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    “Angel? What’s-- “ Crowley seizes up in some alarm when the angel keeps coming, piling onto the sofa with such disregard that Crowley has to either yank his knees up to his chest or lose them. “Oi!”

    “Give me your hand,” Aziraphale whispers furiously, like a man afraid to be caught speaking in church. He catches hold of Crowley’s wrist, pushes the ring onto the traditional finger, and goes on, “Do exactly as I say, and for the love of all that’s holy, don’t ask questions.

    There is absolutely no way Crowley can abide these terms. If the threat of Falling wasn’t enough to keep his mouth shut in the Beginning, an Aziraphale-brand snit certainly won’t be, so-- just as soon as Crowley can get his jaw to stop hanging open, and kick his backfiring brain back into operating speeds, and do anything besides sit there and ogle at Aziraphale’s ring on Crowley’s finger-- then there are absolutely going to be questions. Loads of them.

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    16 Jan 2021

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    And Aziraphale is realizing now, to its fullest, something he’s suspected for nearly as long as he’s known Crowley: the demon is no silver-tongued devil. He is no weaver of words, no smooth talker. It would fit in with his image, certainly— shouldn’t a man-shaped being dressed like an oilslick have speech just as dark and slippery— but there’s very little of either of them that’s as it ought to be, really.

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    12 Jan 2021

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    Crowley finds Aziraphale in the sitting room, not in his usual chair but on the couch. He is reclined, leaning back against the armrest, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out. No shoes, no jacket, sleeves rolled up, book propped open on his stomach. He smiles at Crowley. He looks damn near edible.

    He looks like bait.

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    11 Jan 2021

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    This is a first-time story. Intended focus was to actively avoid too much kawaii regarding either boy, and to present Aziraphale outside his aura of cute. Because we all deserve the dignity of being not-cute when we are lost in love and desire.

    So--Aziraphale as a "man" for a certain angelic value of the word, rather than as a fluffy bunny. And having decided that, one had to deal with Crowley's response to such a suddenly serious, seducing, needful angel...

    This is NOT part of the "Sussex Downs" stories. I do not KNOW if they are finished or not, but I did need a day off and I had this "serious Aziraphale" idea I wanted to explore.

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    27 Dec 2020

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    “There’s a special place in Hell for me. It’s called a throne.”

    Adam's shift of reality made Satan disappear and the nearest immortal entity got sucked into his role. Coincidentally at that time, Aziraphale was standing a few inches closer to the former King of Hell than Crowley.

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    21 Dec 2020