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    Aziraphale thinks they've been married for three years and that Crowley just doesn't like sex. Crowley is losing his mind. (Companion to The Norwegian Civil War.)

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    Crowley gets stuck in his serpent form, and Aziraphale tries his best to help.

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    “It’s really very nice. Seducing people, I mean,” Aziraphale says, and Crowley really does nearly discorporate.

    “You’re an angel!” he says.

    “Well, yes,” Aziraphale says. “But it’s not a sin if you love someone, and of course I love all of Her creatures.”

    “I—that’s not—that’s not what that means!” Crowley yells.

    “Isn’t it?” Aziraphale blinks up at him innocently. Crowley is reminded, again, that Aziraphale is just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing.

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    22 Jul 2019

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    It should be careful, deliberate, but it isn't. Like every other part of their relationship, it happens gradually and then all at once, before they even realize it. And when the little blue threads bind them together, there's no going back.

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    22 Jul 2019

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    Take, for instance, the couple she’s consulting with this afternoon, for their upcoming October ceremony. Seemingly mismatched in every respect. The plump, fair-haired one looks like a parody of an absent-minded professor, as sketched by someone who didn’t bother to do much actual research; his clothes are so outdated it teeters on costume. He’s wearing a bow tie, and not in that reinvented hipster way. This is a bow tie unacquainted with the cycles of fashion, a bow tie that has never heard the word irony.

    His partner is a rangy, black-clad ginger in snakeskin boots. He has the look of a hungover rocker about him, and would somehow, even without the sunglasses he has fully committed to wearing indoors on a cloudy afternoon. He’s sprawled almost defiantly in his chair and keeps throwing dubious glances around Dr. Blackwell’s office, as though expecting a lightning bolt to strike him down for merely daring to be within spitting distance of a church.

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