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    Breathing isn’t of much importance to their bodies. Crowley commands focus on it all the same.

    In, out, one, two, again and again.

    Breathing is something living things do and each greedy intake of air reminds him of it. He’d watched Aziraphale’s chest rise and fall too, the desperation in his eyes hidden behind his glasses. They’d enjoyed a bottle of wine on the way to Crowley’s flat, sat close on the bus so that they were touching from hip to knee to heel. Neither of them talked of it. Talked of anything much at all, but the solid presence against his leg had let him know he wasn’t alone.

    It is roughly ten thirty PM on a Saturday night.

    The night that Armageddon didn’t.

    They are three bottles of wine in and Aziraphale is rambling.

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    God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.

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    08 Jul 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 67

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    “Our history, our - our future. The Arrangement, but also, uh, other things. You said, um, ‘What would you do if… if Head Office wasn’t an issue?’”

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    In which Crowley is a dumbass romantic and Aziraphale is just a dumbass

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    08 Jul 2019

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    Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity.

    The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.

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    08 Jul 2019

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    As their lunch stretches on Aziraphale slowly comes to realize that Crowley is—enjoying him. Enjoying Aziraphale’s conversation, and company, far more openly than he has in most of Aziraphale’s memory. And Aziraphale knows that he himself is just chattering on, letting conversational tangents carry him along, and—it’s definitely relief, for him, knowing for the first time in a long time that they aren’t being watched, that no one is keeping score for now.

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    Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.

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    19 Jun 2019