Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

[questionablewit]

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don’t. don’t look at the time stamp. HI.

[confoundthemighty]

Together, occult and ethereal formed of the light and dark of a long-ago Creation, they are more than simply angel and demon. They are the texture of film grain in black and white, all the soft and sharp shades of grey that make up a world; they are the night sky and the stars that bloom across it, the sunset and the volcanic ash clouds that catch its colors.

Here in this space where thought and intention and touch are all the same, Aziraphale unspools a bright thread of memory and reflection twined together.

When the world was young, so was my heart. A crackling burst of starlight illuminates a sharp profile, seen for the very first time. I was a thing without form, knowing I had some purpose but not understanding it. Starlight becomes darkness becomes sunlight; a sweet smile seen before the invention of time gains golden eyes, a shade of yellow that erases all memory of what color came before. God didn’t forge my heart to love you—you yourself struck that blow, shaping me, teaching me the height and depth of what I could feel.

A shared laugh lands like a hammer, bending something away from its previous shape, altering them both. Centuries of memory flash by: hundreds of smiles, of small kindnesses, of jokes and rescues and meals together, the bricks and mortar of true love. Not a love made true by any sort of decree from on high, nor by destiny, but by its own steadiness over thousands of years—by the two of them returning to one another, even in small ways.

Whatever else eternity might be, I know that it will be wonderful with you.

For another timeless moment Aziraphale lingers there, still caught up in the warmth and depth of this otherworldly embrace. Then, with a strange sensation that’s somewhere between the pull of gravity and the slump of settling into a beloved armchair, the extradimensional awareness begins a slow collapse back towards the focus of their human bodies. Aziraphale’s shape changes: shoulders and waist narrowing, curls lengthening and tumbling loose, breasts gaining weight and softness.

When she pulls back from their kiss, the faintest touch of mischief gleams through the deep love in her smile.

“I may have lied about the lingerie,” she whispers.