A Very Nexus Reception
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smartass_captainTo all the friends of the happy grooms, PINpoint messages have already been sent weeks ago inviting them to expect quite the street party arranged in the commons of the Nexus. Guests have been invited to bring an appetite--both for food and for a social adventure. Nirnish weddings are public affairs, after all. While the ceremony has had to be somewhat sequestered for the sake of keeping the existence of Other Worlds a secret, neither Felix nor Jim would want to leave out their interdimensional friends entirely. Having a reception party arranged in the Nexus became the natural plan of action.
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
Greetings
Food and Drink
Music and Dancing
Bonfire Entertainment
Party Games
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
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Date: 2019-12-12 01:30 am (UTC)Then he lays eyes on the food, and -- well. It wouldn't hurt to have a bit of a nibble first.
"It all looks marvelous," he sighs in pleasure. "They don't have wedding feasts like this anymore, do they? At least, not with so many roasts."
It's the honey cakes that he has the biggest eyes for, although when Crowley asks whose turn it is to choose, he smiles at him and gives his arm a warm squeeze. "I believe it is yours, dear. Pick whatever you like."
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Date: 2019-12-12 05:27 am (UTC)Crowley hums his approval at being given free reign over the dessert table. Hmm, what shall they start with? The demon pauses them in front of platters covered with assorted fruit tarts and carefully plucks up one filled with apples. "Let's start here, and then try those cakes you've got your eye on," he offers. Seems the best of both worlds to him.
He takes a small nibble from the hand-sized tart, exhaling a content sigh as he savors the bite. More savory than sweet and with just the right amount of spices to compliment the flaky crust. "Try this," he says, holding the tart out for Aziraphale. Yes, they are most definitely to the point of the relationship where they feed each other in public. "You'll love it."
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Date: 2019-12-12 02:24 pm (UTC)He hums in satisfaction, then turns his attention to the tart in Crowley's hand. A small chuckle escapes him -- naturally Crowley went for the apple. "Trying to tempt me?" he can't help but tease. There is a blush high on his cheeks, but it doesn't stop him from leaning in and taking a careful, clean bite, delighting in this bit of public intimacy.
The savoriness surprises him, and he relishes the flavor while he chews, eyes shutting briefly. "Oh, that is exquisite," he praises after swallowing and licking away a flake of escaped crust from his lips. "I do love it. Excellent choice, dear."
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Date: 2019-12-13 01:12 am (UTC)very secretsoft spot for. He smiles down at Aziraphale. "We'll have to ask them the story, when we have the chance. Must be a good one to end with a party like this." Or so he hopes. He has no idea that a romance like this could start off like one of the many serials that his angel has been reading through lately.He chuckles at being teased. "Aren't I always?" It's kind of his thing, after all. But he'll never not be happy to see Aziraphale enjoying whatever thing the demon tempts him into. And that response he gets to the chosen tart? Crowley is definitely enjoying that for a long moment before he answers.
"Good. I haven't lost my touch, then." Grinning, he helps himself to another bite of the tart before setting it aside on a plate. They can finish it later, if they so choose. For now, though... "Time to try the honey cakes? Your turn to go first." And to feed him, of course.
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Date: 2019-12-13 02:59 pm (UTC)Does it really count as tempting if the angel agrees so readily? He's clearly enjoying himself, aware that Crowley is taking pleasure from his own satisfaction. "As enticing as ever, my dear." He watches Crowley eat with a soft smile on his face before turning his attention to the honey cakes. Ah, so Crowley had noticed his interest. He selects one from the top of the stack, a soft sound of surprise leaving his mouth when he feels how warm it is to the touch.
"Oh, they're fresh," he sighs softly. "Look, the glaze hasn't even set." He takes a small bite and whimpers appreciatively. A bit of honey clings to his lips while he swallows and offers the small cake to Crowley.
"Careful, darling. It's very sticky."
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Date: 2019-12-13 11:27 pm (UTC)Looking past the very obvious residuals on Aziraphale's lips is difficult for Crowley. The way the angel lights up when he tries something delicious, the way his dimples become more prominent, those little sounds he makes... all very difficult to ignore. It takes the demon a few extra seconds of staring at his partner's mouth and debating how much he cares about making a scene before he's able to respond to Aziraphale.
"Sticky. Yeah." Stop staring, Crowley, or everyone will know you're drooling over the angel
as if they don't know it already. "Yes, right then. Let's give it a try."Without wasting any further time, he leans in to take a bite of the cake. It's as soft and spongy as it looks with a healthy helping of honey to top it all off. Crowley exhales a soft moan as he helps himself to a second nibble, simultaneously pulling Aziraphale a tiny bit closer as he does so. This is everything he could have wanted from this party.
"Mm, you're right. Sticky, but delicious." He smiles at the angel, a few crumbs stuck to the honey on his own lips. He's not really paying attention to that right now, though. His mind - and eyes - is still on Aziraphale's lips. "Speaking of, you've still got some, just there..."
Setting aside the plate in his free hand, Crowley gently cups his angel's face and draws him in for a kiss. It was his intention, at first, to clean Aziraphale's lips, but every time he has an idea where the angel and kissing are concerned, his brain loses focus. The kisses are always wonderful, and somehow anything else Crowley might have had in mind becomes far less important than simply continuing on with as many kisses as he can get away with.
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Date: 2019-12-14 04:05 am (UTC)Crowley has teased him on more than one occasion about enjoying his food a little too much, but the demon has his own blissful moments, and Aziraphale watches with a similar look of longing. There are no sunglasses to hide the angel's bright blue eyes as he stares unabashedly at Crowley's honey-stained lips, or the graceful bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows. How much richer and deeper the angel's affections run now that he gives them free rein.
"You do, too," he murmurs, just before Crowley brings their lips together. It's Aziraphale who remembers his intention, gently swiping his tongue against Crowley's lower lip to clear away the honey, or perhaps it's merely an excuse to deepen the kiss, letting the sweetness of the cake mingle with their mouths, getting away with a little bit more than the angel would normally allow himself in public.
He finally pulls away, lips clean and a pleased smile on his flushed face. "Sticky and delicious," he remarks, fighting back a giggle. "Care for another bite?"
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Date: 2019-12-14 06:37 pm (UTC)He takes a breath once there's a little space between them again, reflexively trying to cool off and force the color from his cheeks. It's impossible, but with only Aziraphale looking at him right now, it's not so bad. "Another bite of that cake could be dangerous, angel," he teases, more earnest than playful. If honey and crumbs get everywhere again, he's going to sweep them away from this party before they have a chance to talk to the (main) happy couple. Demonic tendencies and ways of being aside, Crowley would like to at least thank them for the party before they go.
"Anything else on the table catch your eye? Maybe something a bit less messy?" There's many savory entrees and decadent desserts left for them to try. Choosing a few will be difficult, but definitely worth it.
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Date: 2019-12-14 07:38 pm (UTC)Not that he doesn't occasionally push a boundary or two. "I'll keep that in mind the next time I'm feeling dangerous," he purrs, sotto voce, before placing a delicate kiss on the blush of Crowley's cheek. After several centuries of Crowley making him blush, turnabout is truly the most delicious thing on the menu.
He could stare at that lovely look on his beloved's face all day, but Crowley is right, there are other delicacies to sample. "How about the petit fours? Much more manageable than the honey cakes."
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Date: 2019-12-16 09:36 pm (UTC)His cheeks are going to stay a very lovely shade of pink for a while. Thanks, angel.
"Sounds delicious." With so many options to choose from, Crowley opts for one topped appropriately for a wedding. It smells deliciously of almond and pears, and a generous helping of sugar, of course. The demon offers his selection to the angel with a softly spoken, "They're small enough you can help yourself to all of this one. If it's good, I'll try my own."
This is done completely to counteract the crumbs that may come from splitting this in half. No other reason whatsoever. Really. ...yup.
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Date: 2019-12-17 12:39 am (UTC)"How generous," he remarks, just as softly. He wraps his fingers around Crowley's wrist, ostensibly to keep his hand steady, although the way his thumb lightly brushes over the demon's pulse point suggests otherwise. Then he leans forward and takes the confection into his mouth, maintaining eye contact while his lips close a hair's breadth from Crowley's fingertips.
With a pleased exhale, he shuts his eyes and lets the flavors sit on his tongue a moment before chewing and swallowing. "It's delectable, my dear. Here --" He lets go of Crowley's wrist so that he can pluck up another heart-topped square. "For you."
Good thing they've fed one another in public before. Practice makes perfect!
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Date: 2019-12-18 09:37 pm (UTC)Luckily, Aziraphale is a great distraction in and of himself. As the angel takes his hand back, the demon takes a breath to cool himself off. Focus, Crowley. You're in public and haven't greeted the wedding couple yet. You have to stay until you at least do that much. You can do this. You can and will do this.
He smiles when the treat is offered to him and gently takes the whole piece in at once. He has less finesse than the angel at this, and his lips noticeably brush over Aziraphale's fingertips as he closes his mouth. He exhales an approving hum as he savors the bite, eyes closing behind his sunglasses to give him another moment to recover. It's an exquisite dessert and the flavor helps him focus on what's happening now rather than on all the other thoughts rolling around in his head.
"Wonderful," he agrees when he's finished the treat. "Everything's been amazing." The food and the company, though Crowley would say the latter far exceeds the former.
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Date: 2019-12-19 01:52 pm (UTC)The feeling of Crowley's lips upon his fingertips sends a little jolt right to his heart, and the thought of abandoning the party crosses his mind. He would never actually do that, but a proper snogging is most definitely in order once they've congratulated the grooms and thanked them for their generosity.
"You're so good to me, dear," he murmurs, a hand brushing Crowley's cheek while the demon recovers. And, as he remembers the time that he fed Crowley a chocolate biscuit and ended up with crumbs everywhere, he can't help but tease, "And your technique has vastly improved, as well."
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Date: 2019-12-22 01:34 am (UTC)"We're good for each other." Which isn't what the angel meant, but it's what's on Crowley's mind right now. There's not much space for much else when Aziraphale is so close and showering him with little reminders of his affection. The demon takes another breath and presses his forehead to the angel's for some stability. "Promise we'll be good to each other when we get home?"
It's a question that has to be asked. Crowley knows the answer already (the perks of living together, thank Hell!), but putting it out there will definitely help set the stage when he drops all semblance of propriety the second they're back in their flat. They're going to get quite the workout once they're home and there's no chance of being bothered and Crowley is 110% okay with this.
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Date: 2019-12-22 03:05 pm (UTC)The question causes the angel to blush, a soft smile shining underneath that rosy glow. "My dear. I'd say that's more of an inevitability than a promise."
Any trepidation he might have once had about not enjoying the physical intimacies of a relationship disappeared that first night he and Crowley kissed for hours, tangled up on the couch in the back room of the bookshop. It turns out that he was only waiting for the right person to kiss to enjoy it, and that person happened to be his best friend of over six thousand years. What an amazing turn of events! He'd snort at his own past fears if he wasn't currently contemplating what he and the beautiful demon in his arms would be getting up to once they returned home.
He gives Crowley a kiss for good measure, lips sealed to his. "But we don't have any of these other treats at home," he mock laments. "Best enjoy them while we're here."