Aziraphale’s whole body responds to the tug of long fingers in his curls; his heart thrills and echoes with each pleading word that tumbles from Crowley’s lips. Crowley’s wet hands frame his face, and his breath still stinks of wine but it’s warm against his skin.
Somewhere besides Seville... as much fun as Aziraphale’s been having thwarting Heaven’s agents, Crowley probably shouldn’t be too close to the ugliness of the Inquisition. He’ll have to stay close enough that he can pop over for an occasional check-in—or maybe, he realizes with a start, he can simply transfer his thwarting projects across borders. If Heaven is so pleased with the expulsion of the undesirables, then following and protecting them would fall under the purview of undermining Torquemada’s work.
He could get away with a lot, under those circumstances.
“I need twenty-four hours to finish my errands here,” he says, “and then we’ll go anywhere you like. Anywhere at all.”
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Where to? Italy to hang out with da Vinci? England? Elsewhere in Spain? Other?
Date: 2020-05-18 06:43 pm (UTC)Somewhere besides Seville... as much fun as Aziraphale’s been having thwarting Heaven’s agents, Crowley probably shouldn’t be too close to the ugliness of the Inquisition. He’ll have to stay close enough that he can pop over for an occasional check-in—or maybe, he realizes with a start, he can simply transfer his thwarting projects across borders. If Heaven is so pleased with the expulsion of the undesirables, then following and protecting them would fall under the purview of undermining Torquemada’s work.
He could get away with a lot, under those circumstances.
“I need twenty-four hours to finish my errands here,” he says, “and then we’ll go anywhere you like. Anywhere at all.”