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    A story about walking in place to get where you are already.

    Written prior to S2.

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    25 Oct 2019

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    "There was something else I was going to ask you," Aziraphale continued, unabashed. "Ah… How to put it?" He tapped his hand on his thigh for a moment, and then apparently found inspiration. "Ah! When you're…" Crowley made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and Aziraphale gave him another outrageous wink. "Dining out… What cutlery do you prefer to use?"

    "I'm sorry?" Crowley said pleasantly, trying his best not to cause anything in the dining room to catch aflame in his frustration.

    Aziraphale gave him a reproachful stare, as if Crowley were being very stupid. "When you're eating, Crowley. Do you favour the… The knife?" Aziraphale actually glanced conspicuously at his own crotch, and Crowley considered leaving the dining room via the nearest window. "Or the spoon?" Another raised eyebrow. "Or even, let's say, a fork?"

    "What the fuck is the fork in this situation?" Crowley hissed through gritted teeth.

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    Aziraphale mentions that he'd like to have sex with Crowley. Crowley is completely taken-aback, and very conflicted, and very interested. Aziraphale is also trying to kill him by using elaborate food metaphors to explain the whole subject, which is not helping in the slightest.

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    20 Aug 2019

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    “Angel,” this demon accuses, somehow managing to hiss the word despite the lack of sibilant letters.

    Aziraphale tips his chin up, wondering why his heart had stumbled strangely at the title. It’s what he is, and has been so for millennia. Coming from this demon, though, it has the feeling of—of an endearment, somehow, which is just foolish beyond all words. “Serpent,” is what his mouth says, but then his teeth click shut around the word.

    The demon’s eyes widen. “You know me then?”

    Aziraphale shakes his head.

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    03 Aug 2019

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    "I'm sobering up."

    Aziraphale's face falters briefly from its soft, fond look into something that maybe most closely resembles panic. He rearranges it instantly, but it still happened. "No, no, don't bother, my dear."

    Crowley sways, eyes narrowed. Aziraphale's hands don't move away after he steadies him.

    The suspicion that Aziraphale has sobered up at some point this evening without telling him gains another tally in favour.

    "Aziraphale, I'm pickled," he complains, but he doesn't sober up quite yet anyway.

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    In which Adam asks a very human question, and sets a very big ball rolling. Or, well, not quite, but that's as close as Crowley is willing to let you get.

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    01 Aug 2019

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    Aziraphale has been made human, but with no memory of his several-lives-long friend. Crowley decides to hang around anyways.

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    31 Jul 2019