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    He had the sudden and almost overwhelming desire to reach out and take Crowley’s hand. An absurd notion, of course. In 6000 years, Crowley had never shown any inclination towards physical affection for Aziraphale, despite their shared feelings. Aziraphale had long ago accepted that any gentle touch from him would have Crowley stepping hastily away and otherwise ignoring Aziraphale’s attempts. Or at least he had accepted it, until their delicate status quo had been disrupted.

    Aziraphale jumps to some very inaccurate conclusions.

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    04 Jul 2019

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    Judges 5:5 "The mountains flowed before the Lord"
    -From The Song of the Prophetess Deborah

     

    The Deborah Number is a dimensionless number used in Rheology which characterizes how long it takes for something to flow. It’s a rare example of scientists getting the joke.

     

    Crowley is left comatosed by an encounter with an amateur exorcist. Aziraphale is willing to wait as long as it takes for him to recover. Their human acquaintances worry, and not just about Crowley.

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    03 Jul 2019

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    The angel is a surprisingly good kisser. All soft lips and gentle sighs, and the careful graze of fingertips along Crowley's jaw. But there's also the scrape of fingernails at the nape of his neck, the pins and needles shiver it sends down his spine, the slightest catch of teeth on his lower lip.

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    02 Jul 2019

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    Aziraphale bleeds. Is bleeding. He’s wearing human skin, after all.

    They’re in Crowley’s kitchen. Aziraphale preparing sashimi in paper-thin slices, when he lets out a little “Oh!” of surprise, drops the knife, clattering onto the granite countertop. Crowley looks up, sees the look on his face, shocked, and a little pale, and the ooze of dark red squeezing between the fingers he’s wrapped tightly around his left pointer finger, and he’s on his feet and at his side in less than a heartbeat.

    “Let me see it.”

    “Oh, I’m sure it’s quite fine. Silly me. Not watching what I was doing.”

    “Give it!” Crowley insists.

    “Oh dear me. I think I’m going to…” Aziraphale weaves a little, and Crowley reaches out and grabs him by both arms, reaching behind himself with one foot, to hook chair and yank it toward them.

    “Sit.” He says a little more gently, easing the Angel down. “Show me.”

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    27 Jun 2019

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    As each one of us is now legally obligated to write a Holding Hands on the Bus Fic:

    Crowley and Aziraphale hold hands on the bus to London. Crowley falls asleep. Aziraphale has a nervous breakdown.

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    26 Jun 2019