#dancer!aziraphale

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Before my very first illustration of our humanAU!Aziraphale dancing, i thought something like "Aziraphale is an affectionate lover, a wonderful artist, a stubborn athlete, and a badass dancer, period."

"Drive Me To The Moon", last chapter. Dancer!Aziraphale is definitely one of my favorite AU settings.

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...Silence, only interrupted by the remnants of the whistle. Aziraphale raised the blindfold up on his forehead and his eyes fell on Crowley. His cheeks strewn with black shivered, and a soft, blazing, almost amazed smile lit up his eyes that had remained steel-like until now. Gone was the tortured, terrified expression of the performance's first minutes. What remained was the exaltation of the moment, a burning, feverish, devouring emotion. An aura that pierced through Crowley, setting them ablaze.

This expression, this smile, this look … Aziraphale usually kept it for the secrecy of their embraces.

Oh, fuck.

Aziraphale without doubt read the words on his lips, and the light in his eyes turned playful – provocative – for a brief moment.

The piano resumed, and Aziraphale too with it, his blindfold forgotten at the edge of the stage. The music turned spirited, frantic, definitely lighter. A cello, and other string instruments. For the first time, lyrics were heard, as tender, passionate and hopeful as Aziraphale’s dance had become.

But Crowley had recognized the music from the very first note...

Chapter 10 "To Build a Home", 2nd excerpt.

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All of a sudden, it was Aziraphale inviting Crowley to burst into his own world. Calling them, begging them to discover, understand, feel what made his life, his heart and soul.

He was the angel on the stage, now more than ever. Not a vengeful angel, nor a fallen angel, but risen from his ashes in jubilation, confident and happy.

A fucking Archangel, marrying power and subtlety. A living paradox.

Their angel.

Crowley’s throat tightened and their eyes began to burn. After a moment, they had – again – to remember how to breathe.

Chapter 10 "To Build a Home", last excerpt. Thank you all for your support. And a good reading to those who were waiting for the complete fanfiction!!

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A déjà vu. Aziraphale was back at the centre of the stage, nearly in the same stance as in the beginning of his number. A knee on the floor, his chest reclined downwards, his broad shoulders oscillating with the rhythm of his ragged breathing. His face piously down, his arms stretched back sideways like the wings of a bird ready to take off. His fingers extended to try and reach the ground.

The stance was the same, and yet the emotion that poured through it couldn’t be more different. While the dancer had been overflowing with barely controlled tension upon his arrival, all that remained now was an exhausted exaltation, peaceful. He raised his head, eyes closed, and offered his sweat-strewn face to the golden glow of spotlights. Then, he flashed a smile – that smile – that Crowley had only seen a handful of times.

This thin, dazzled, amazed smile of one who dives into happiness but doesn’t dare to quite believe it yet.

The smile of their first embraces, once their relationship had become real and tangible, when everything felt so precious and unexpected, still so fragile.

The smile Aziraphale had shown when Crowley had said I love you.

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