London bookshop owner and foodie Aziraphale is heartbroken when his boyfriend leaves him before their planned romantic getaway to Amsterdam for Halloween. Crowley and his fellow chocolatiers are in the midst of a competition to create the most roman...
Esther’s words of advice are still running through the angel’s head as he begins to pack up his things, saving the box of Wilhelmina’s letters for last so it doesn’t get squished.
But before he can close the bag, he picks up the photo of him and Crowley again.
Hard to believe this was taken only two days ago, before Aziraphale knew where he stood with the demon.
It really shouldn't be this hard a decision to make. Crowley only cared about winning the contest, and never implied he was after anything more.
So why is he still debating himself on going?
He lowers his hand holding the photo, thinks on it one last time, and stands back up, decision made.
Crowley stands in front of a mirror, trying to fix his bowtie the human way, until Tracy catches him, and he just throws it off his neck,
“Not even worth the effort.”
Tracy disagrees, grabbing the tie and putting it back around his neck, tying it up for him, “You could’ve gone with a clip on. We humans love those things.”
Crowley holds still as Tracy goes on, “Shadwell’s helpless with these things too.”, then straightens it out one last time, delighted.
“Aziraphale is going to love it.”
Crowley moves closer to the mirror, folding the collar over the bowtie as he tells her, “I’m not doing this for Aziraphale.”
“You’re not?” Tracy repeats, helping straighten out the collar and bowtie.
“Not tonight. Seem’s the angel would rather take his chances with the other demon in Amsterdam, Hastur.”
Tracy demands, “You didn’t tell him how you feel, did you?”
Crowley pauses, stuttering out a pathetic reply of, “Well it’s not like...I...”
Tracy smacks him upside the head, “Then why should he be expected to sit around and wait when there’s someone who’s not scared to tell him what they want?”
Here, Crowley looks at her, as she adds, “Not very fair to him, is it?”
She’s right. He knew she was right before she even said anything, and as he looks in the mirror for one last once over, he debates with himself over what his next move is.
And come the night of the masquerade ball, the palace is packed, and whether in formal attire or costume, they’re all sporting beautiful masks to conceal their identities, some more effective than others.
Crowley’s own mask is a take on the phantom mask, where half of his face is covered, but it’s also accented with chains and spikes, and combined with his Gothic steampunk tailcoat with real silver buttons, he’s a stunning vision in black as he looks around the room for one particular demon, not so much for the company, but to see who’s supposed to be accompanying him.
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