Aziraphale sighed and put down the paint brush. If only ze knew what ze did to bring the creature from zir dreams to life in the first place, maybe then ze’d know how to replicate it.
*
After losing the painting allowing Crowley to be corporeal in a fire, Aziraphale struggles to find a way to see her again.
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5:22
don’t lose your head
“You’re planning a revolution.”
Aziraphale nodded, staring straight ahead.
“In Heaven.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Crowley, who’d had the teensiest part in the revolution the first time around and got swiftly punished for it, felt he was entitled to some light scepticism. “How’s that working out for you?”
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6:37
angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
Crowley’s been Aziraphale’s friend for several years. They didn’t touch, neither of them dared to cross the distance, so it was quite a shock when they entered the pub and Crowley ran to threw his arms around their shoulders, holding them close.
“Just play along,” he hissed into their ear. “Please.”
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5:19
in vino veritas - IneffableDoll
“Crowley’s brain goes empty! He makes a love confession…the day after he’s already made one.” – ridiculous prompt from a friend that I had no choice but to write.
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10:34
call me, my love
“Angel! I’m back.”
“I say, are you inside this confounded thing?”
“Aziraphale, we’ve been doing this for decades. I know you know how a telephone works.”
“Last time I called you, you just made a noise at me.”
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Aziraphale got a telephone for the bookshop as soon as they were invented. They’ve regretted it ever since.
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