Snektember Day 06: Snekspeare
“Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters.”
If snakes could roll their eyes...
“To beguile the time, look like the time.”
Gag.
“Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.”
His teeth? Fangs, preferably. Not that they’d feel very welcome.
“Look like th’innocent flower.”
Crowley flicked his tail against a stem, watching the pitiful excuse of a rose bob. Nothing innocent about these useless things.
“But be the serpent under’t.”
He hissed in surprise when he was suddenly plucked up. Small as a garter snake, he fit easily in angelic palms.
“Now none of that, dearest. You’re behaving like a child. It’s only natural for our, er, new neighbors to be curious about us. And you’re going to meet them, with or without limbs.”
“Gonna introduce me, a sssnake, as your husband, then?”
Aziraphale arched a brow. “Of course.”
“They’ll think you’re mad.”
Pale lashes fluttered innocently, his smile easy and charming. “Well. To beguile the time, look like the time.” It wasn’t as if he wanted constant company either. There was a reason their cottage was on the edges of town, quite a ways away from actual neighbors. He and Crowley loved humans, yes, but on their terms.
Besides, the pastry they’d brought in welcome had a bottom that was somehow both burnt and soggy. Difficult to forgive, really.
