Date: 2019-12-12 05:00 pm (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Oh you.)
He smiles sheepishly, and the glow becomes slightly less intense, though the mood in the dining room and on the street outside remains joyful, little acts of kindness passing between strangers in the reflected brilliance of an angel’s happiness.

“Perhaps we should have brought your car after all,” he teases right back. “You could have distributed spare sunglasses to anyone too close to our table. Though no one else would wear them as well as you.”

Much as he loves those gold eyes, there’s been a strange thrill for him since eyeglasses were invented, in knowing that he’s the only one who gets to see what’s underneath. He’s the only soul who has the privilege of knowing all of Crowley, even the parts she hides, and in turn she’s the only one who knows all of him. This is my beloved, and this is my friend.

Aziraphale has to rein himself in before any plants start blooming out of season and in spite of their biological limitations.

“Now, I believe you said something about the lavender duck? Or of course we could try the menu surprise before the tarte.”
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