[Aziraphale's head rests on Crowley's shoulder. His eyes are shut and there's a look of utter bliss on his face--though he can't know it, right now he looks very much like the angel he once was.
Of course when he opens his mouth the illusion is ruined.]
"Good" doesn't begin to cover it. You wicked, wicked angel.
[Though his voice is low and rumbling, there's no tension in his body at all now.]
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Dropping this in here since the other one is going to take quite some time
Date: 2020-01-29 11:57 pm (UTC)Of course when he opens his mouth the illusion is ruined.]
"Good" doesn't begin to cover it. You wicked, wicked angel.
[Though his voice is low and rumbling, there's no tension in his body at all now.]