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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: gabriel,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: lucifer,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- dropped: aglet bottlerack,
- dropped: aiden,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: croach the tracker,
- dropped: dana cardinal,
- dropped: gus fring,
- dropped: ianto jones,
- dropped: jennifer strange,
- dropped: jodie holmes,
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: topher brink,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: crowley
And the Boats Drift On [Open to All]

The water is calm, and the night sky is filled with stars. The only light is natural: a patchy, bioluminescent glow coming from the water below, and the bright swath of the Milky Way above. It's not much, but it's more than enough to see by.
The dreamers will find themselves sitting in their own little rowboats, each stocked with two oars, a length of rope, some cushions, and a little picnic basket full of snacks. There is no visible shoreline, but it won't take the dreamers long to realize theirs are not the only boats in this shallow sea. Anything stirring in the water, be it fish or paddle, causes phosphorescent plankton to glow a bright blue, so there isn't really anywhere to hide.
Feel free to paddle around and visit the other dreamers, perhaps tying your boats together and sharing your snacks in an impromptu picnic. Or you could go for a swim - the bioluminescence makes it difficult to see the bottom, but it's not too terribly deep, so the risk of drowning is all but nonexistent.
[ooc: Same drill as always, folks. All are welcome, regardless of whether or not your character is in the game. Characters may remember or forget dream shenanigans at the player's discretion.]
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Because he's a bloody tease, he draws it out, little teasing licks and provoking nips without ever diving into the thing properly. Crowley breaks off his attempt to chase after him when Aziraphale's hands steal down to clutch at his tail. It feels good; it's not a particularly sensitive or erogenous spot; that would be beyond impractical, but makes him groan the way thumbs dug into knotted shoulders might do. He curls it a little tighter around Aziraphale in response, smooth cool scales against his skin.
'Eh?'
Crowley often understands Aziraphale, but certainly not all the time, and this snake thing of his is new and unexpected enough that he, in fact, does not know what he means.
'Gonna have to give me more to work with than that,' he says, more than a little breathlessly.
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"That," he says, feeling rather awkward. "That, what you just did. Like it was before." Words are refusing to present themselves in an orderly fashion. This is difficult, all this negotiating nonsense. They haven't had to bother about this in quite some time. Aziraphale had forgotten how tedious and embarrassing the whole ordeal could be.
He shifts his hands delicately down along the curve of tail, trying to provoke. "Harder," he says in a very small voice.
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