closed starter for @ourcwnside, my beloved
Aziraphale had always had a soft spot for Italy, it was always such a hub for art and culture, the people were so lively, and the food! Oh, the food! He was sure he had tried all the pasta shapes he possibly could, but new ones were being created all the time - such clever and wonderful people.
It was the end of February and that meant one thing Carnevale di Venezia! The Italians did like an excuse to simply have fun and revel in one another's company and so did the angel. Opting for a half-faced mask stylised like a cat, ears and all, he had built his whole costume around it. It was brilliant gold and white, dramatic and striking - as was everybody around him.
The music was raucous upon the streets, there was dancing and plenty of wine that was already offered to him as he approached Piazza San Marco. He brought the glass to his lips and made his way around the square to take in all the sights. He was halfway through his glass when he was sure he felt the presence of...
He turned his head and ah, there she was.













