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    Crowley thinks the whole heat thing is a rumor. The whole heat thing is not a rumor.

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    06 Oct 2019

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    “Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

    Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

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    The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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    06 Oct 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 16

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    “Good.” There’s a hitch in Crowley’s voice. “Want to try something new?”
    Aziraphale frowns as he carries the telephone back over to the couch, setting it on the small table, beside his latest unpacked books. “New?”
    “Yeah. Bit… different.”
    Curiouser and curiouser. “I suppose we could try?”
    Crowley gives one of those soft, nervous, giddy laughs. Ahh. That kind of thing. “All right…” His voice changes pitch and tone. “What are you wearing?”
    Aziraphale glances down, bemused. “The same thing I was wearing when you left this morning, darling.”
    “Ugh…” Crowley groans impatiently. “No, no, no, angel. It’s…” He huffs again. “Okay, let me put it another way. Let’s say you want to get me home because you’re…. well… up for it. What would you say to get me interested?”

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    05 Oct 2019

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    Every so often, a certain demon and a certain angel ran into each other.

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    05 Oct 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 80

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    "Looking like that?" Crowley says, and the Aziraphale of his imagination, rather than huffily miracling a more appropriate outfit, glances down at himself and says, "Oh."

    Crowley takes a step towards him, another, closing the distance very, very carefully.

    "That coat, to start with," he says, "not suitable at all. Gold braid, honestly. That—" and his hands are on the coat, and then under it, pushing it back off Aziraphale's shoulders, "—simply has to go."


    After rescuing Aziraphale from the Bastille, Crowley spent seventy years or so in bed. He even told Aziraphale so.

    He never technically said he was sleeping.

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    04 Oct 2019