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    Aziraphale sat up slowly and took Crowley’s hand. He turned it over, looked at the light coming from his wrist and arm from every angle. Then he brought it to his lips and kissed Crowley’s palm.

    “This is what you meant,” he said, lips still against Crowley’s skin. “In 1832. You meant it literally. You glow.”

    “You glow,” Crowley said. “You burn. You just sometimes also burn through me. It’s a reaction, I think. Because your holiness doesn’t belong in me.”

    “Dearest,” Aziraphale said. “Heat cannot start a fire if there is nothing to burn.”

    (Or, the one where Crowley is drawn to Aziraphale's holy flame like a moth ready to catch fire.)

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    13 Aug 2019

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    Aziraphale sat up slowly and took Crowley’s hand. He turned it over, looked at the light coming from his wrist and arm from every angle. Then he brought it to his lips and kissed Crowley’s palm.

    “This is what you meant,” he said, lips still against Crowley’s skin. “In 1832. You meant it literally. You glow.”

    “You glow,” Crowley said. “You burn. You just sometimes also burn through me. It’s a reaction, I think. Because your holiness doesn’t belong in me.”

    “Dearest,” Aziraphale said. “Heat cannot start a fire if there is nothing to burn.”

    (Or, the one where Crowley is drawn to Aziraphale's holy flame like a moth ready to catch fire.)

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    13 Aug 2019

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    “Isn’t this nice?” says Aziraphale with badly feigned casualness the next time Crowley stops by for a late night drink.

    Crowley is all set to reply, words lined up in his mouth waiting to go, when Aziraphale adds,

    “I mean, all of the books and furniture and bottles of wine and things?”

     

     

    Aziraphale nests. Crowley relearns some crucial facts about angelic courtship rituals.

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    08 Jul 2019

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    “I like the spots,” Aziraphale said, although the words couldn’t express how he really felt. He couldn’t say I like the spots because they are on your hands, and I know that they are your hands because they have the spots.

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    03 Jul 2019

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    Crowley is rendered temporarily mortal after a run-in with a-- Well, it doesn't really matter. What matters is he needs to eat and sleep and do the things humans must do if only for one night. Aziraphale can help with the eating bit, at least.

    A cozy, sweet evening with tea, drinks, food, poems, and warm blankets.

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    02 Jul 2019