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  1. Ran in Conan's outfit. Switches are everywhere.

    [There was very little that Aziraphale could imagine ever being better than this, and he was an aesthete of the first order who loved not only all of God’s creatures, but also the mortal inventions and foibles that made life on Earth so madly exquisite.] such a gorgeous opening line ♥ and oh the image. Somebody, Crowley's beautiful like that. Especially him being so lit up he can't even talk. ♥

    and the wiiiiings

    [ We’ve probably Lord Bryon to thank for that, the foppish, dramatic boy. ] Belike. And I love zaftig on you, thank you good omens fandom for my body positivity pornography. XD

    [Aziraphale theorized that Crowley would blossom like a rose under the sun with some kind words, and get off on them as he blossomed.] yes good

    [All right, then. Perhaps the game was just as much for Aziraphale as it was for Crowley, if for different reasons. It could be for both of them.] oh, darlings.

    [“Don’t think of anything that doesn’t involve you, me, and this bed,” said Crowley firmly, but quietly. “You keep fading in and out. I can feel it.”] THANK you.

    [ The wonderful familiarity and back-and-forth that he'd never felt with another.] Always the best part of it, and you can always have it.

    [“I need you more than I need the Almighty, Crowley,” he said, kissing the side of his lips, lingering. “I just didn’t understand how badly.”] yes good perfect. (and the Wards, too.)

    [The blues and greens and lilacs framed everything about Crowley to perfection.] oh help how lovely

    [“You aren’t beyond my love, Crowley. You deserve all of it.”] yes good perfect

    [“The candles have marks on them. I lit them when we returned from the Savoy and —“ ] ...that explains the Black Maria bit. I was wondering.

    [They smiled at each other. Crowley looked a bit unhinged, but Aziraphale treasured it.

    He had done that. To Crowley.] yaaass be smug. (but oh Somebody, it'll be panic time next, won't it?)

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    1. How lucky am I that you've done this again? Seriously, it's incredibly cheering. I've been writing to a crazy deadline for my "real world" job, so it's just ineffably nice to come back to something I loved to write (well, at the least, it is more "me") and see that somebody enjoyed it enough to leave a massive comment (again).

      "[ We’ve probably Lord Bryon to thank for that, the foppish, dramatic boy. ] Belike. And I love zaftig on you, thank you good omens fandom for my body positivity pornography. XD"
      YES TO BODY POSITIVITY PORNOGRAPHY. I TRY.

      "[There was very little that Aziraphale could imagine ever being better than this, and he was an aesthete of the first order who loved not only all of God’s creatures, but also the mortal inventions and foibles that made life on Earth so madly exquisite.] such a gorgeous opening line ♥ and oh the image. Somebody, Crowley's beautiful like that. Especially him being so lit up he can't even talk. ♥"
      Thank you, my friend.

      "[The blues and greens and lilacs framed everything about Crowley to perfection.] oh help how lovely"
      I just fancy the idea of Crowley being well-framed by "garden" and "nature" colours. :)

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      1. Ran in Conan's outfit. Switches are everywhere.

        bb this fic is worth it. it is a source of spoons and also on my list of 'save this update for when you have time to Appreciate' fic ♥

        YOU SUCCEED.

        oh yes the serpent is well suited to a garden. ♥

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        1. Wonderful, wonderful, and mmhm.

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