our heads were just that close (the sweetness never lasts, you know) by HazelSage
Even after the magic show, after Aziraphale saved Crowley from being recalled to Hell, the evening isn’t over yet. There’s something else, a magic in the air, and the angel and demon can’t resist its allure. aka 1941 part 3
Silence filled the bookshop, but Crowley didn’t dare pick another song, stuck waiting for whatever words Aziraphale was obviously trying to reach for. Just as he tried to gather the courage to ask if it was time for the knock, the angel blurted out, “Would you like to dance?”
“The music’s gone,” he said stupidly, kicking himself for the automatic response.
“We can start again,” his voice was earnest, and Crowley wanted to cry though Aziraphale was obviously only referring his songs.
Teen, 3.7k words
Written for the Our Own Side fundraiser; other fics written for this can be found here :)
