#how does fluff work

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WIP Wednesday! Is it? I don’t know! What even is time?

“The first time Aziraphale made holy water to give to Crowley, he’d taken it straight to the porcelain sink in his back room and dumped it out of the pitcher immediately, and had stood, trembling with the horror of it, unable to move. It had taken some time before he noticed he’d cracked the pitcher in his hands. That had been in 1869, when it had finally sunk in that Crowley wasn’t going to reply to his occasional notes. They’d spent years, decades, centuries without contact before, but Aziraphale knew this time was different.”

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I wrote another thing for @drawlight’s 31 days of Ineffables challenge, combining the cranberry and fire prompts.

“Why couldn’t you just go to Waitrose and buy a jar like a normal person?” Crowley said, forcing his hands to unclench from where they’d fisted in Aziraphale’s porridge-coloured jumper. It was probably a good thing Aziraphale didn’t need to breathe, or he might have accidentally strangled him a dozen times since the world hadn’t ended almost eight months ago.

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