Now that Fernand has gone out for the evening, Aziraphale has taken off the spectacles, so the full scope of his smile is on display as it blooms. He recognizes the look on Crowley’s face: it’s the way the angel looked before kissing him for the first time. Even in the half-darkness, it’s a beautiful sight.
“I came in for a haircut and some gossip, and heard a story about an angel,” he says, turning his head to kiss Crowley’s fingers. “Several stories, in fact. So I decided to see for myself, and there you were.”
His feline eyes are soft, their gaze caressing as he takes in the familiar contours of Crowley’s face. As weary as Crowley looks, there’s some shadow that’s cleared away, a weight easing.
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God if we end up writing actual songs for this fic. I never thought I had it in me.
Date: 2020-05-22 02:24 am (UTC)“I came in for a haircut and some gossip, and heard a story about an angel,” he says, turning his head to kiss Crowley’s fingers. “Several stories, in fact. So I decided to see for myself, and there you were.”
His feline eyes are soft, their gaze caressing as he takes in the familiar contours of Crowley’s face. As weary as Crowley looks, there’s some shadow that’s cleared away, a weight easing.