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Only a month into their courtship, Asa Fell and Anthony Crowley were walking home from the theatre, discussing the merits of the costuming and set design, the chemistry between actors playing Beatrice and Benedick, when the sky seemed to split in two, rain pouring down.
The two men shared a look, then together they rushed to huddle under the nearest awning. They laughed, a bit breathless, as Anthony pulled Asa closer to him. A quiet question asked, a blushing response given, and the pair shared their first kiss. It was a nervous, careful thing, tentative but sweet. Asa and Anthony remained there, in each other’s arms, watching the rain for some time, until it became clear that this tempest would not ease soon.
They had no umbrella, so Asa took off his coat. They lifted it over their heads and set off, arm in arm. The camel-colored fabric soon turned dark, soaked through. By the time they reached Asa’s flat, they were quite waterlogged, but laughing and grinning nevertheless.
Boots were left on a mat, sodden clothes set aside for washing and replaced with soft tartan pajamas. Asa insisted he loan Anthony some clothes, and while they were much too big, the sight of his lithe beau in his colors— tans and blues so different from the black and grey Anthony usually favored— was something to behold. Towels were shared, hair dried. Anthony would tease Asa about his blond poof of hair, fascinated by the way it seemed to glow from within when it caught the warm light of the lamps dotted throughout the flat.
A pet name was decided this night, a response to darling and my dear boy. Asa was Anthony’s Angel, with his fluffy halo of hair and enough kindness in his heart to fit the role.