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    Crowley wakes up alone and cold after falling asleep on Aziraphale on the couch. Aziraphale won't look at him the next day. Crowley can't sleep. Crowley's going mad. Crowley's going to resort to desperate measures.

    Desperate measures turns out to mean craigslist m4m.

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    08 Jul 2019

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    Aziraphale visits a modern art gallery, goes on a diet, and submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known. Not necessarily in that order.

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    22 Jun 2019

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    “Is this a temptation, Crowley?”

    “Is it working?”

    It was the wrong thing to say.

    Or: wherein an angel withstands a demonic temptation, Aziraphale suggests a compromise, and Crowley takes what he can get.

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    20 Jun 2019

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    After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives.
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    Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this?

    But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia.

    However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

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    09 Jun 2019

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    “You don’t have a side anymore.”

     

    Aziraphale stays at Crowley’s flat.

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    03 Jun 2019

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