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    They had been sharing a home for almost a year when he bought it. It wasn’t his style, exactly. Like the thieving magpie, he liked to take, to hoard away objects of sentimental value until his old flat became a museum. Each piece held a memory of a moment in time when he had fallen farther for Aziraphale, and he had wandered among them in his cold, grey, quiet rooms and studied them and let himself remember. Always, he came away mourning what had been stolen from him - a confession left on the tip of a tongue, a kiss dying on untouched lips, a brush of hands prevented by half an inch of air - and longing to steal something back in revenge. So, in a way, it was not his style to purchase, to gift. On the other hand, he did understand the language of objects. And, to this particular one, humans had long ago assigned an incredible significance.

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    10 Dec 2019

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    6,000 years of slow burn has to catch fire eventually.

    This story picks up immediately upon conclusion of the Good Omens show. It chronicles the (at long, long last) romantic aftermath of Not-Armageddon in the first main installment, “Ineffably Inevitable,” then continues chronologically in little individually-posted vignettes/chapters/segments to create one larger story. Some are short and sweet, some are longer; from random drunken episodes to marriage proposal to major life changes to more nsfw activity (not in that order).

    It’s about accepting yourself, and growing, and finding your courage, and light overcoming darkness. But most of all it’s about love.

    Ongoing!

    [There is also a PWP (smut) companion account to this series- all part of the same story, just set apart to avoid overload. If interested the account is here: firenzia]

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    06 Dec 2019

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    “I need you,” said Aziraphale, which was far more straightforward than Crowley had been expecting, even after two bottles of wine. The angel stared at his plate, turning as red as the little gems of pomegranate seed on it.

    “Well,” Crowley said, at last, trying to keep any giveaway hoarseness out of his voice. “Here I am."

    “It’s just that—oh, dear, some things are so difficult to say over the telephone apparatus, aren’t they? Especially if you have your voice messages on. It feels so impersonal, and I really couldn’t wait any longer to ask."

    “Good strategy. I’m right here, go ahead,” Crowley said encouragingly, wondering if he should reach for the angel’s hand. Unfortunately, the angel’s closest hand was gripping cutlery as if it was a lifebuoy. Crowley considered putting his hand on one invitingly touchable thigh instead.

    “Will you come to a party with me?"

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    Crowley and Aziraphale pose as husbands for a house party, because Aziraphale is bad at saying no (to anyone but Crowley and anyone trying to buy books).

    Crowley thinks this is a good chance to prove himself the perfect potential demon husband to a fussy angel. But things get complicated fast. Really complicated.

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    02 Dec 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 70

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    Crowley has become increasingly good at packing away and compartmentalizing his feelings over the years.

    He's not as good at pulling them back out, no matter how much he wants to.
    Add to that the fatigue and stress of the averted apocalypse, and you've got one raw and angsty demon to contend with.

    Life inside the music box ain't easy.

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    01 Dec 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 71

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    Aziraphale is not built for administration.

    He is informed of this in clever language in the letter he received this morning, although he has known it for years. He is only surprised the bureaucracy of the city has taken so long to catch up to him.

    Somewhere in Nevaeh, there is a room. It is mostly dark, and damp, and dreary, and were it not for the row of plants on the windowsill, it would be quite intolerable indeed.
    There is a person inside this room, who is meant to be deprived of all earthly comforts, who is meant to take on all the suffering of the city, and without him, the great white towers of the city would surely topple into the sea.

    That's what everyone outside the room believes, anyway.

    Although the new guard, Aziraphale, has his doubts.

    They begin the moment the man behind the door begins to tell him a story.

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    30 Nov 2019