Crowley has reason to sometimes distrust that smile. It's the same smile that sometimes means Crowley, I procured tickets for us to attend the International Magic Festival Gala in Edinburgh next month, isn't it marvelous? Do say you'll help me practice my card tricks beforehand! But it's also the smile that means Aziraphale is truly, fully happy about something, and the plain fact of the matter is that Crowley is putty in the angel's hands, always has been, and now even admits the fact. So she just smiles back, glowing almost as much. But infernally, of course.
"Is that all," she says, obviously teasing and suspecting Aziraphale has had a larger hand in this than he claims. Something is up, that's for certain, something beyond the obvious. Crowley's too experienced a plotter not to smell one when it's under her nose.
But Aziraphale is frankly adorable when he's trying to be secretive, so Crowley steals another kiss, lingering a bit longer this time. It is so good to hear the angel say he has no regrets, in any context, after years and years of watching him fret and fuss and fear about every little thing.
"Love you," she murmurs quietly, kissing his cheek as well before stepping a little away so she can take his arm. "And we should probably find our seats."
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I'm wary, having been in HP fandom back when Shit Went Down. But with permission and credit, yes. =)
Date: 2019-12-19 10:50 pm (UTC)"Is that all," she says, obviously teasing and suspecting Aziraphale has had a larger hand in this than he claims. Something is up, that's for certain, something beyond the obvious. Crowley's too experienced a plotter not to smell one when it's under her nose.
But Aziraphale is frankly adorable when he's trying to be secretive, so Crowley steals another kiss, lingering a bit longer this time. It is so good to hear the angel say he has no regrets, in any context, after years and years of watching him fret and fuss and fear about every little thing.
"Love you," she murmurs quietly, kissing his cheek as well before stepping a little away so she can take his arm. "And we should probably find our seats."