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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    There was a hell of a lot a person could get used to.

     

    Aziraphale balanced atop a felled log, when Crowley told her.

     
    They were deep in the woods around Fern Canyon and the forest had that mossy, fecund smell that mixed with the smell of ozone and the fishy, salty ocean. She’d never get that smell out of her brain. She looked down at her sneakers and carefully placed one foot in front of the other and avoided patches of moss covering deep crevices in wet timber.

     
    “I need to show you something.”

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    14 Sep 2019

  2. Public Bookmark *

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    Aziraphale’s mouth quirks deeper into a frown. “Then why are you on the floor, my dear?”

    “Napping,” Crowley responds easily, grateful that his large round glasses still covered his eyes. His chest and arm are flaring up in pain, the agony like thousands of fiery needles shooting through his nerves.

    1967. 14 hours, 37 minutes, and 38 seconds since Aziraphale had given Crowley a thermos full of holy water. Not that anyone is counting.

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    13 Sep 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 67

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    “In Heaven,” Aziraphale said, as quickly as possible. “That’s not how forced molts work. Anyway! I was very busy, didn’t have time, it didn’t seem like a problem.”

    “What do you mean,” Crowley said slowly, clearly not letting this go. (He was a demon, he didn’t let anything go.) “That’s not how forced molts work in Heaven. How else do forced molts work?”

    Aziraphale took a long sip of champagne. It did not help his suddenly dry mouth. Crowley was still staring at him. He sighed and sat up a little straighter.

    “They don’t waste miracles on molts,” he said, like he was reciting something Gabriel had said. (He was.) “If you need help with a molt, they do it the old fashioned way.”

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    13 Sep 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 24

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    The world keeps turning after the Apocawasn't and everyone returns to their regular habits. All except for Crowley.

    She can't stay away even if she wanted to.

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    08 Sep 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 10

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    Before he was the the demon Crowley, he was the Power Juramal and he created the stars and asked too many questions.

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    08 Sep 2019

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