“Of course, my dear.” Aziraphale leans over to kiss the top of Crowley’s head again, his smile turning a touch rueful at how the ragged hair tickles his lips. “Fernand can tidy you up a bit. I think you’ll like him—fascinating fellow, natural storyteller, always listening for the juiciest gossip.”
Already he’s thinking ahead to where they might go. A few options stand out—places without the weight of their shared and individual histories; places with sensory delights to offer in abundance; places with quiet nights and peaceful days. Places to hide, if only for a little while.
“You realize I’ll have to tell him not to let you have wine,” Aziraphale adds, and though he tries for a wry tone the actual words come out softer than he intended.
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He’s gonna do a portrait of them isn’t he :D
Date: 2020-05-18 11:19 pm (UTC)Already he’s thinking ahead to where they might go. A few options stand out—places without the weight of their shared and individual histories; places with sensory delights to offer in abundance; places with quiet nights and peaceful days. Places to hide, if only for a little while.
“You realize I’ll have to tell him not to let you have wine,” Aziraphale adds, and though he tries for a wry tone the actual words come out softer than he intended.