In which we revisit the year 0AD

[guardianofeden]

The orders had been simple enough, he had thought. Make your way to a small village - three days ride from where he'd been living for the past couple of years - find the Inn within, and rent the last room for the night. More instructions would come, he'd been told, and that he must make his way post-haste. It was of terrible importance.

Which was how he found himself, with the sun just beginning to set over the horizon, making his way into the small establishment and weaving his way through the small dining room toward the owner. He could smell the wonderful meals being served to the patrons, and they made his mouth water as he stood patiently, a plate of something filled with honey and figs and nuts wafting by his nose as one of the staff made her way through the room. Oh, he would have to try some of that, most definitely!

The owner was brusque, but not unkind as Aziraphale gave him the gold pieces for the room, and the transaction completed, he moved gracefully through the tables until he found the only empty one in the far corner of the room. It must have been a very well-run venture, to be so busy this late into the evening. He waved down the friendly woman who'd been carting around orders and ordered 'Whatever that most delightfully-scented sweet thing is, and a jug of wine, please,' and settled in as she shuffled off to prepare the food.

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[guardianofeden]

For a moment, he almost wanted to look offended at the implication that his side was the cause of more then their fair share of the blights and droughts over the millennia. But even he had to admit that...well. Yes. He had a point.

"Er...yes, I suppose you may be right there..." The look he gave him was quick, but apologetic, before he was turning back to break off a piece of the cake and pop it into his mouth. The flavors that burst onto his tongue were delightful, and he gave a contented sigh as he savored the sweetness, the crunch of the nuts and the firm texture of the figs as the bread dissolved in his mouth. "Oh, that's divine."

He turned to the demon, still listening as he ate, and he found that he felt a small combination of joy and sympathy, the two emotions warring gently with each other for dominance.

"Oh, dear. There must have been quite a great deal of love between them. Don't feel too bad, of course. You can't win them all. Love is such a strong emotion, after all." He slid the cake a little closer to the demon, not even seeming to realize that he had just tried to console his enemy. "Here, try a little? It really is quite good." Because food had a strange way of soothing over hurt feelings.

He poured himself a cup of wine from the jug before waiting to see if he took him up on the offer, and broke off another piece of cake. When he tasted it this time, he followed it quickly with a drink, marveling at the way the bitterness and tartness of the wine contrasted with the sweetness of the dessert, enhancing the flavors of both in turn as they rolled over his tongue.

Definitely not a normal Angel, no. But he never had been very good at fitting in with the rest of them, had he?

[sauntered_downward]

"Love." Crawley gave a little scoff. Love was something for angels, certainly not for demons. Crawley felt things like like for things, or affection. He even had a sort of affection for the strange angel he was sharing a table with right now. He'd never seen an angel act the way he did, or make the decisions he would and still be so damn good about it all. Even now, eating the cake and enjoying the wine, which could have been an act of gluttony, was done with a sort of reverence that was actually enjoyable to watch, rather than sinful.

He reached in and broke off a small piece of cake. Crawley couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten anything, but the angel made the act look fun. He touched it with the tip of his tongue.

"What is it?"