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“... And that’s Aries. It’s my star sign.” Kipo pointed to the constellation directly above her head. She traced the invisible lines of the ram before letting her hand fall. It was the exact perfect time for star-gazing -- Aries was directly overhead, it was the middle of the night, not too warm, not too cool, and she had someone there who shared her love of stars.
Her ‘star-gazing buddy’ (a name which Crowley despised but never actively objected against) cocked his head slightly. Something had pinged in the back of Crowley’s mind when Kipo pointed out that particular constellation -- Aries -- and not just the regular deja vu he associated with stars. He looked closer. Where have I seen it before- OH!
“Huh. I helped build that one.” Saying it out loud made it sound more likely.
Logically, Kipo knew Crowley was just talking to himself, but of course, she heard him. It took her a minute to process the off-handed remark, and another to figure out what Crowley had meant by it. But once she did…
“WHAT!?!” Kipo bolted upright, staring Crowley down.
“Wot??” He mimicked her and sat up.
“You helped build the stars!? That is so cool!!”
“Ngk. Yes. What about it?”
In Kipo’s eyes, Crowley was already very cool. He listened to cool music, drove a cool car, and he wore sunglasses. But making stars?
Even. Cooler.
In place of her awe came many questions. How? When? Had Aziraphale been with him? (That would’ve been so romantic.)
But most of all: “How? How do you make stars?”
In theory, it was such a simple question. Crowley had to think about it, though. He had to dig into the memories of another lifetime, another being entirely, one who hadn’t existed in 6000 years… Though that description wasn’t entirely off the mark.
Once he managed that part, the answers to nearly all of Kipo's questions came easily. It was like slipping into a well-worn, dusty pair of shoes. And as much as he was loath to use the word, it was… nice, to talk to a human(-adjacent-being) about star-making, life before the Fall, even Creation itself. Especially with an audience as rapt as Kipo.
By the time Kipo ran out of questions and Crowley ran out answers, the sun was peeking over the horizon, spilling pinks and oranges into the inky black of the night. Both demon and mute-girl were struggling to keep their eyes open as they returned to Las Vistas.
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The next time Aries took centre stage in the sky over Las Vistas, Kipo thought of her star-gazing buddy. She smiled, remembering the way Crowley had explained star-making, the movements and feelings that went with it. Kipo traced the constellation and let her hand fall, content to watch the stars go by.
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As Aries peaked over the horizon of London -- or what was left of it -- Crowley regarded it with some familiarity. A memory pinged, in the front of his mind, of a human-who-was-not-quite-a-human and her curiosity. He smiled, remembering Kipo’s questions, the light in her eyes as she devoured the answers. Crowley waved at the constellation and let his hand fall. It was far too cold outside to be star-gazing.