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@crowley-demon-official
zero light plants
THIS IS SUCH A SPECIFIC AND SUPER NECESSARY POST.
Spider plants are among the best natural air filters you can put in a flowerpot. They don’t just produce oxygen, they clean out other gases and toxins and whatever else is floating around the room.
Also they’re easy as fuck to grow more of because they reproduce by putting little mini plants out on stalks. Clip one off, stick it in a pot and you’re good!
Spider plants are safe to have around cats, too!
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
“Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling.”
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale chuckles softly, mostly at his demon’s supposed sneakiness. It’s about the closest he gets to demonic activity most days.
“Well then, I suppose we should get going, dear.”
“We should,” Crowley encourages as he takes Aziraphale’s hand and leads him out of the shop, pausing only briefly to allow his angel to lock up. Upon getting to the Bentley, Crowley opens the door for Aziraphale, closes it behind him, then Crowley moves over to the driver’s seat, sliding in and then beginning to drive away. Somehow he seemed slightly more energetic than usual. Slightly. “How was your day?”
“It was alright, I suppose,” Aziraphale answers with a shrug. “Not much happened at all. Where have you been today, dear?”
“Oh you know, here and there,” Crowley answers vaguely, suggesting that he’d probably been up to something all day. The crowds and buildings around them begin to lessen, and soon Aziraphale may recognize that they’re heading towards the very familiar Tadfield where Crowley finally slows down to a normal speed limit. “Alright, angel, close your eyes, or I’ll have to keep driving in circles,” Crowley tells Aziraphale with another mischievous grin.
Aziraphale glances over, shakes his head with a fond smile, and closes his eyes as asked. He gives a little wiggle of excitement. There’s still a feeling of love around the area, just like before.
Shortly after Aziraphale closes his eyes, he can feel the car slow to a stop. Crowley stays quiet as he exits the car, comes around the passenger’s side, then helps the angel out. “No peeking,” Crowley warns as he begins leading Aziraphale by hand and waist. The ground then turns soft as it goes upward, a gentle breeze around them, and after a bit of walking they finally stop. “Alright, angel, open up.” Whenever Aziraphale opens his eyes, he’ll be greeted by starlight. The two are standing at the top of a hill, and without all the buildings and other obnoxious things that cause light, dozens upon dozens of stars can be seen twinkling in the night sky. Down below at their feet is a large blanket full of bakery goods and other treats, all of which are Aziraphale’s favorites, and of course a basket of two wine bottles and glasses.
Aziraphale opens his eyes and gasps, beginning to smile. He looks over at Crowley and murmurs, “Is this all for me, dear?”
“Nah, it’s all for the wild life. Ever seen a drunk rabbit?” Crowley leans in close as he shows his angel an amused grin–of course it’s all for Aziraphale–then he takes a couple steps forward before sitting down on the blanket. He grabs the wine and one of the glasses, pouring a cup, then he twists back towards his angel and holds out the drink as an invitation.
Aziraphale laughs as he sits down, smoothing the blanket as he does so. He smiles warmly and accepts the drink.
“Is there a reason for this, dear, or are you just being sweet?” He knows Crowley probably won’t like being called sweet, if his reaction to being called nice is any indication, but perhaps.
Crowley makes a face at the horrid accusation, then he leans forward to childishly scoot some plates of food away from Aziraphale. “Well if you’re so suspicious of me, I can take it all back,” he says, an eyebrow raised as he watches for the angel’s reaction to one of his favorite foods being tauntingly taken away.
Aziraphale rushes to grab the dishes, suddenly grinning. He’s reached over just enough to plant a sneak-kiss on Crowley’s cheek as he grabs the food.
“Not after you’ve spent all this effort on it.”
Crowley stammers, possibly from the sneaky kiss, or possibly from the fact that he miracled this picnic up on the spot instead of putting actual effort into it as Aziraphale might assume. Do miracles count as effort? Some do. Certainly not this one compared to others. Thought was put into it, that counts, doesn’t it? “Then enjoy the food, angel,” Crowley says as he pours himself a glass of wine. “Enjoy the food, enjoy the view, and enjoy what’s to come.”
“The view is always nice, dear, especially when it includes you.” He reaches for his own glass, watching the demon for his reaction.
(@crowley-demon-official um… Sorry? 😂 I don’t know if you’re still active here, but I thought this was worth a shot 🤣)
Crowley nearly spills the wine on himself as he goes to take a sip during Aziraphale’s sneaky compliment. When did his angel become so flirtatious? Either way he manages to survive and drink the wine normally, this time. As the starlight picnic goes on, most of the food and wine have been consumed by now if not all of it. Crowley is leaning back on his elbows as he stares up at the sky, mentally noting all of his creations. At least he remembers that much of his former existence. He then rolls his head to look at Aziraphale and admires how the angel looks under starlight. “Havin’ a good time, angel?”
“Of course I am, my dear,” Aziraphale explains, as if it should be obvious. “I’m with you, aren’t I?”
He leans back on the picnic blanket with a happy sort of sigh, thinks for a moment, then reaches over for Crowley’s hand.
“They’re beautiful, the stars you made,” he murmurs. “Like you, dear.”
(once again… whoops? senior year has me losing my mind, but here’s this. @crowley-demon-official … hi? sorry?)
Crowley stammers again, and this time he can’t think of any kind of come back. It’s still so new to him seeing Aziraphale so bold with affection; honestly it throws him off every single time, but nothing will probably throw him off more than that one time he met himself. Or maybe that was a fever dream? “I dunno about that...” is all he manages to say as he laces his fingers with his angel’s and looks up at the stars again. “They are some good-looking stars though, aren’t they? You should see my newest creation.” The demon turns his head over to Aziraphale again, hoping to have piqued his curiosity.
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
“Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling.”
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale chuckles softly, mostly at his demon’s supposed sneakiness. It’s about the closest he gets to demonic activity most days.
“Well then, I suppose we should get going, dear.”
“We should,” Crowley encourages as he takes Aziraphale’s hand and leads him out of the shop, pausing only briefly to allow his angel to lock up. Upon getting to the Bentley, Crowley opens the door for Aziraphale, closes it behind him, then Crowley moves over to the driver’s seat, sliding in and then beginning to drive away. Somehow he seemed slightly more energetic than usual. Slightly. “How was your day?”
“It was alright, I suppose,” Aziraphale answers with a shrug. “Not much happened at all. Where have you been today, dear?”
“Oh you know, here and there,” Crowley answers vaguely, suggesting that he’d probably been up to something all day. The crowds and buildings around them begin to lessen, and soon Aziraphale may recognize that they’re heading towards the very familiar Tadfield where Crowley finally slows down to a normal speed limit. “Alright, angel, close your eyes, or I’ll have to keep driving in circles,” Crowley tells Aziraphale with another mischievous grin.
Aziraphale glances over, shakes his head with a fond smile, and closes his eyes as asked. He gives a little wiggle of excitement. There’s still a feeling of love around the area, just like before.
Shortly after Aziraphale closes his eyes, he can feel the car slow to a stop. Crowley stays quiet as he exits the car, comes around the passenger’s side, then helps the angel out. “No peeking,” Crowley warns as he begins leading Aziraphale by hand and waist. The ground then turns soft as it goes upward, a gentle breeze around them, and after a bit of walking they finally stop. “Alright, angel, open up.” Whenever Aziraphale opens his eyes, he’ll be greeted by starlight. The two are standing at the top of a hill, and without all the buildings and other obnoxious things that cause light, dozens upon dozens of stars can be seen twinkling in the night sky. Down below at their feet is a large blanket full of bakery goods and other treats, all of which are Aziraphale’s favorites, and of course a basket of two wine bottles and glasses.
Aziraphale opens his eyes and gasps, beginning to smile. He looks over at Crowley and murmurs, “Is this all for me, dear?”
“Nah, it’s all for the wild life. Ever seen a drunk rabbit?” Crowley leans in close as he shows his angel an amused grin–of course it’s all for Aziraphale–then he takes a couple steps forward before sitting down on the blanket. He grabs the wine and one of the glasses, pouring a cup, then he twists back towards his angel and holds out the drink as an invitation.
Aziraphale laughs as he sits down, smoothing the blanket as he does so. He smiles warmly and accepts the drink.
“Is there a reason for this, dear, or are you just being sweet?” He knows Crowley probably won’t like being called sweet, if his reaction to being called nice is any indication, but perhaps.
Crowley makes a face at the horrid accusation, then he leans forward to childishly scoot some plates of food away from Aziraphale. “Well if you’re so suspicious of me, I can take it all back,” he says, an eyebrow raised as he watches for the angel’s reaction to one of his favorite foods being tauntingly taken away.
Aziraphale rushes to grab the dishes, suddenly grinning. He’s reached over just enough to plant a sneak-kiss on Crowley’s cheek as he grabs the food.
“Not after you’ve spent all this effort on it.”
Crowley stammers, possibly from the sneaky kiss, or possibly from the fact that he miracled this picnic up on the spot instead of putting actual effort into it as Aziraphale might assume. Do miracles count as effort? Some do. Certainly not this one compared to others. Thought was put into it, that counts, doesn’t it? “Then enjoy the food, angel,” Crowley says as he pours himself a glass of wine. “Enjoy the food, enjoy the view, and enjoy what’s to come.”
“The view is always nice, dear, especially when it includes you.” He reaches for his own glass, watching the demon for his reaction.
(@crowley-demon-official um… Sorry? 😂 I don’t know if you’re still active here, but I thought this was worth a shot 🤣)
Crowley nearly spills the wine on himself as he goes to take a sip during Aziraphale’s sneaky compliment. When did his angel become so flirtatious? Either way he manages to survive and drink the wine normally, this time. As the starlight picnic goes on, most of the food and wine have been consumed by now if not all of it. Crowley is leaning back on his elbows as he stares up at the sky, mentally noting all of his creations. At least he remembers that much of his former existence. He then rolls his head to look at Aziraphale and admires how the angel looks under starlight. “Havin’ a good time, angel?”
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
“Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling.”
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale chuckles softly, mostly at his demon’s supposed sneakiness. It’s about the closest he gets to demonic activity most days.
“Well then, I suppose we should get going, dear.”
“We should,” Crowley encourages as he takes Aziraphale’s hand and leads him out of the shop, pausing only briefly to allow his angel to lock up. Upon getting to the Bentley, Crowley opens the door for Aziraphale, closes it behind him, then Crowley moves over to the driver’s seat, sliding in and then beginning to drive away. Somehow he seemed slightly more energetic than usual. Slightly. “How was your day?”
“It was alright, I suppose,” Aziraphale answers with a shrug. “Not much happened at all. Where have you been today, dear?”
“Oh you know, here and there,” Crowley answers vaguely, suggesting that he’d probably been up to something all day. The crowds and buildings around them begin to lessen, and soon Aziraphale may recognize that they’re heading towards the very familiar Tadfield where Crowley finally slows down to a normal speed limit. “Alright, angel, close your eyes, or I’ll have to keep driving in circles,” Crowley tells Aziraphale with another mischievous grin.
Aziraphale glances over, shakes his head with a fond smile, and closes his eyes as asked. He gives a little wiggle of excitement. There’s still a feeling of love around the area, just like before.
Shortly after Aziraphale closes his eyes, he can feel the car slow to a stop. Crowley stays quiet as he exits the car, comes around the passenger’s side, then helps the angel out. “No peeking,” Crowley warns as he begins leading Aziraphale by hand and waist. The ground then turns soft as it goes upward, a gentle breeze around them, and after a bit of walking they finally stop. “Alright, angel, open up.” Whenever Aziraphale opens his eyes, he’ll be greeted by starlight. The two are standing at the top of a hill, and without all the buildings and other obnoxious things that cause light, dozens upon dozens of stars can be seen twinkling in the night sky. Down below at their feet is a large blanket full of bakery goods and other treats, all of which are Aziraphale’s favorites, and of course a basket of two wine bottles and glasses.
Aziraphale opens his eyes and gasps, beginning to smile. He looks over at Crowley and murmurs, “Is this all for me, dear?”
“Nah, it’s all for the wild life. Ever seen a drunk rabbit?” Crowley leans in close as he shows his angel an amused grin–of course it’s all for Aziraphale–then he takes a couple steps forward before sitting down on the blanket. He grabs the wine and one of the glasses, pouring a cup, then he twists back towards his angel and holds out the drink as an invitation.
Aziraphale laughs as he sits down, smoothing the blanket as he does so. He smiles warmly and accepts the drink.
“Is there a reason for this, dear, or are you just being sweet?” He knows Crowley probably won’t like being called sweet, if his reaction to being called nice is any indication, but perhaps.
Crowley makes a face at the horrid accusation, then he leans forward to childishly scoot some plates of food away from Aziraphale. “Well if you’re so suspicious of me, I can take it all back,” he says, an eyebrow raised as he watches for the angel’s reaction to one of his favorite foods being tauntingly taken away.
Aziraphale rushes to grab the dishes, suddenly grinning. He’s reached over just enough to plant a sneak-kiss on Crowley’s cheek as he grabs the food.
“Not after you’ve spent all this effort on it.”
Crowley stammers, possibly from the sneaky kiss, or possibly from the fact that he miracled this picnic up on the spot instead of putting actual effort into it as Aziraphale might assume. Do miracles count as effort? Some do. Certainly not this one compared to others. Thought was put into it, that counts, doesn’t it? “Then enjoy the food, angel,” Crowley says as he pours himself a glass of wine. “Enjoy the food, enjoy the view, and enjoy what’s to come.”
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
“Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling.”
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale chuckles softly, mostly at his demon’s supposed sneakiness. It’s about the closest he gets to demonic activity most days.
“Well then, I suppose we should get going, dear.”
“We should,” Crowley encourages as he takes Aziraphale’s hand and leads him out of the shop, pausing only briefly to allow his angel to lock up. Upon getting to the Bentley, Crowley opens the door for Aziraphale, closes it behind him, then Crowley moves over to the driver’s seat, sliding in and then beginning to drive away. Somehow he seemed slightly more energetic than usual. Slightly. “How was your day?”
“It was alright, I suppose,” Aziraphale answers with a shrug. “Not much happened at all. Where have you been today, dear?”
“Oh you know, here and there,” Crowley answers vaguely, suggesting that he’d probably been up to something all day. The crowds and buildings around them begin to lessen, and soon Aziraphale may recognize that they’re heading towards the very familiar Tadfield where Crowley finally slows down to a normal speed limit. “Alright, angel, close your eyes, or I’ll have to keep driving in circles,” Crowley tells Aziraphale with another mischievous grin.
Aziraphale glances over, shakes his head with a fond smile, and closes his eyes as asked. He gives a little wiggle of excitement. There’s still a feeling of love around the area, just like before.
Shortly after Aziraphale closes his eyes, he can feel the car slow to a stop. Crowley stays quiet as he exits the car, comes around the passenger’s side, then helps the angel out. “No peeking,” Crowley warns as he begins leading Aziraphale by hand and waist. The ground then turns soft as it goes upward, a gentle breeze around them, and after a bit of walking they finally stop. “Alright, angel, open up.” Whenever Aziraphale opens his eyes, he’ll be greeted by starlight. The two are standing at the top of a hill, and without all the buildings and other obnoxious things that cause light, dozens upon dozens of stars can be seen twinkling in the night sky. Down below at their feet is a large blanket full of bakery goods and other treats, all of which are Aziraphale’s favorites, and of course a basket of two wine bottles and glasses.
Aziraphale opens his eyes and gasps, beginning to smile. He looks over at Crowley and murmurs, “Is this all for me, dear?”
“Nah, it’s all for the wild life. Ever seen a drunk rabbit?” Crowley leans in close as he shows his angel an amused grin–of course it’s all for Aziraphale–then he takes a couple steps forward before sitting down on the blanket. He grabs the wine and one of the glasses, pouring a cup, then he twists back towards his angel and holds out the drink as an invitation.
Aziraphale laughs as he sits down, smoothing the blanket as he does so. He smiles warmly and accepts the drink.
“Is there a reason for this, dear, or are you just being sweet?” He knows Crowley probably won’t like being called sweet, if his reaction to being called nice is any indication, but perhaps.
Crowley makes a face at the horrid accusation, then he leans forward to childishly scoot some plates of food away from Aziraphale. “Well if you’re so suspicious of me, I can take it all back,” he says, an eyebrow raised as he watches for the angel’s reaction to one of his favorite foods being tauntingly taken away.
was gonna write "gender is fake there is only anime" but i accidentally hit the laugh emoji background when hitting space and lost it
//@crowley-demon-official Crowley be like://
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
“Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling.”
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale chuckles softly, mostly at his demon’s supposed sneakiness. It’s about the closest he gets to demonic activity most days.
“Well then, I suppose we should get going, dear.”
“We should,” Crowley encourages as he takes Aziraphale’s hand and leads him out of the shop, pausing only briefly to allow his angel to lock up. Upon getting to the Bentley, Crowley opens the door for Aziraphale, closes it behind him, then Crowley moves over to the driver’s seat, sliding in and then beginning to drive away. Somehow he seemed slightly more energetic than usual. Slightly. “How was your day?”
“It was alright, I suppose,” Aziraphale answers with a shrug. “Not much happened at all. Where have you been today, dear?”
“Oh you know, here and there,” Crowley answers vaguely, suggesting that he’d probably been up to something all day. The crowds and buildings around them begin to lessen, and soon Aziraphale may recognize that they’re heading towards the very familiar Tadfield where Crowley finally slows down to a normal speed limit. “Alright, angel, close your eyes, or I’ll have to keep driving in circles,” Crowley tells Aziraphale with another mischievous grin.
Aziraphale glances over, shakes his head with a fond smile, and closes his eyes as asked. He gives a little wiggle of excitement. There’s still a feeling of love around the area, just like before.
Shortly after Aziraphale closes his eyes, he can feel the car slow to a stop. Crowley stays quiet as he exits the car, comes around the passenger’s side, then helps the angel out. “No peeking,” Crowley warns as he begins leading Aziraphale by hand and waist. The ground then turns soft as it goes upward, a gentle breeze around them, and after a bit of walking they finally stop. “Alright, angel, open up.” Whenever Aziraphale opens his eyes, he’ll be greeted by starlight. The two are standing at the top of a hill, and without all the buildings and other obnoxious things that cause light, dozens upon dozens of stars can be seen twinkling in the night sky. Down below at their feet is a large blanket full of bakery goods and other treats, all of which are Aziraphale’s favorites, and of course a basket of two wine bottles and glasses.
Aziraphale opens his eyes and gasps, beginning to smile. He looks over at Crowley and murmurs, “Is this all for me, dear?”
“Nah, it’s all for the wild life. Ever seen a drunk rabbit?” Crowley leans in close as he shows his angel an amused grin--of course it’s all for Aziraphale--then he takes a couple steps forward before sitting down on the blanket. He grabs the wine and one of the glasses, pouring a cup, then he twists back towards his angel and holds out the drink as an invitation.
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
“Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling.”
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale chuckles softly, mostly at his demon’s supposed sneakiness. It’s about the closest he gets to demonic activity most days.
“Well then, I suppose we should get going, dear.”
“We should,” Crowley encourages as he takes Aziraphale’s hand and leads him out of the shop, pausing only briefly to allow his angel to lock up. Upon getting to the Bentley, Crowley opens the door for Aziraphale, closes it behind him, then Crowley moves over to the driver’s seat, sliding in and then beginning to drive away. Somehow he seemed slightly more energetic than usual. Slightly. “How was your day?”
“It was alright, I suppose,” Aziraphale answers with a shrug. “Not much happened at all. Where have you been today, dear?”
“Oh you know, here and there,” Crowley answers vaguely, suggesting that he’d probably been up to something all day. The crowds and buildings around them begin to lessen, and soon Aziraphale may recognize that they’re heading towards the very familiar Tadfield where Crowley finally slows down to a normal speed limit. “Alright, angel, close your eyes, or I’ll have to keep driving in circles,” Crowley tells Aziraphale with another mischievous grin.
Aziraphale glances over, shakes his head with a fond smile, and closes his eyes as asked. He gives a little wiggle of excitement. There’s still a feeling of love around the area, just like before.
Shortly after Aziraphale closes his eyes, he can feel the car slow to a stop. Crowley stays quiet as he exits the car, comes around the passenger’s side, then helps the angel out. “No peeking,” Crowley warns as he begins leading Aziraphale by hand and waist. The ground then turns soft as it goes upward, a gentle breeze around them, and after a bit of walking they finally stop. “Alright, angel, open up.” Whenever Aziraphale opens his eyes, he’ll be greeted by starlight. The two are standing at the top of a hill, and without all the buildings and other obnoxious things that cause light, dozens upon dozens of stars can be seen twinkling in the night sky. Down below at their feet is a large blanket full of bakery goods and other treats, all of which are Aziraphale’s favorites, and of course a basket of two wine bottles and glasses.
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
“Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling.”
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale chuckles softly, mostly at his demon’s supposed sneakiness. It’s about the closest he gets to demonic activity most days.
“Well then, I suppose we should get going, dear.”
“We should,” Crowley encourages as he takes Aziraphale’s hand and leads him out of the shop, pausing only briefly to allow his angel to lock up. Upon getting to the Bentley, Crowley opens the door for Aziraphale, closes it behind him, then Crowley moves over to the driver’s seat, sliding in and then beginning to drive away. Somehow he seemed slightly more energetic than usual. Slightly. “How was your day?”
“It was alright, I suppose,” Aziraphale answers with a shrug. “Not much happened at all. Where have you been today, dear?”
“Oh you know, here and there,” Crowley answers vaguely, suggesting that he’d probably been up to something all day. The crowds and buildings around them begin to lessen, and soon Aziraphale may recognize that they’re heading towards the very familiar Tadfield where Crowley finally slows down to a normal speed limit. “Alright, angel, close your eyes, or I’ll have to keep driving in circles,” Crowley tells Aziraphale with another mischievous grin.
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
“Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling.”
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale chuckles softly, mostly at his demon’s supposed sneakiness. It’s about the closest he gets to demonic activity most days.
“Well then, I suppose we should get going, dear.”
“We should,” Crowley encourages as he takes Aziraphale’s hand and leads him out of the shop, pausing only briefly to allow his angel to lock up. Upon getting to the Bentley, Crowley opens the door for Aziraphale, closes it behind him, then Crowley moves over to the driver’s seat, sliding in and then beginning to drive away. Somehow he seemed slightly more energetic than usual. Slightly. “How was your day?”
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Aziraphale turns around from where he’d been inspecting a book. He sees Crowley standing there and grins brightly with joy.
“Of course, dear. Where are we going?”
"Aaahhhhhmmm~ Not telling."
Crowley shows a mischievous grin as he holds his hand out towards Aziraphale.
The world was created on October 21st.
All the days had been nice, there were rather more than 7 of them. For that reason, we celebrate October 29th, the 8th day as our Anniversary.
Happy Anniversary to my dearest love.
@crowley-demon-official
As evening approaches, Crowley strolls up the steps of @aziraphale-angel-official‘s bookshop, snapping the doors open and stepping through before they close again. “Angel, time to close up, I’m taking you out,” he announces suddenly while looking around for his angel.
Things I never noticed:
Aziraphales side eye while Crowley curses Hastur like he can't believe his husband is such a dramatic bitch.
And Crowley IS a dramatic bitch. But he looks like someone who's partner is acting out in front of company. He's about to apologise to this hypnotised woman. Like, 'I'm so sorry he gets like this sometimes. He's very stressed about this antichrist situation, you understand'
@crowley-demon-official is quite dramatic
a thought
So, if the world came into being on October 21st and there had been about seven days in Eden, give or take, before Adam and Eve were cast out and Crowley slithered on up to a swordless angel - does that mean their anniversary is coming up and it’s the 28th?
YES
The day they met ❤❤❤
@crowley-demon-official
Aziraphale maybe you and Crowley should go shopping together! Or more like just try clothes on! My girlfriend and I are doing this sometimes where we choose the clothes for each other at the stores
That does sound quite enjoyable! @crowley-demon-official, dear, would you like to do that sometime?
"Oh sure, sure, I can't wait to dress you up in stylish modern clothing," Crowley muses with a grin.
Can I hear a wahoo?
