A secluded little spot.
I hope the plants don’t mind...
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A secluded little spot.
I hope the plants don’t mind...
I see your freckled Crowley headcanon and raise you:
What if he consciously made them appear from each time he and Aziraphale had physical contact over the years? Each one is a cherished souvenir that he took away from each encounter. Running his fingers over them afterwards with adoration and replaying the moment over in his mind. Afterwards he can safely cover them up with his clothes and nobody, not the legions of Hell or even his Angel, would ever know their deep sentimental value.
Years later Aziraphale catches sight of the freckles, cast with precision across Crowley's shoulders, arms, and beyond. Aziraphale exclaims:
"My goodness. I had no idea you were so sensitive!"
"Nngghk?!"
"To the sun."
"Urhh, yeah, yeah."
"In that case, what would you say if we changed our plans for today... and had a nice quiet evening in together instead?"
Crowley gets too bored while Aziraphale’s “busy” (he just likes to see what nonsense Crowley gets up to).
Also, if you see it, you see it.