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    Crowley is caught in a summoning circle. Aziraphale comes to rescue him.

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    15 Oct 2019

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    “Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

    Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

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    The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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    07 Oct 2019

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    Or: Is That Really All It Took?

    Crowley likes to give Aziraphale things. Food, drinks, rides, whatever, it doesn't matter. It's all worth the praise and the gratitude and those glowing angelic smiles.

    He cannot imagine that Aziraphale would want to return the favor, and doesn't think he should.

    Aziraphale disagrees with that sentiment.

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    26 Sep 2019

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    All at once, Aziraphale could understand exactly how humanity had fallen from grace. He pictured a long-fingered hand outstretched, a perfect, bloodred fruit hanging from the tips of slender fingers just as this glass of bloodred wine was held before him now, just as countless other glasses had been held before him over the millennia. He pictured the brief brush of skin on skin as his own solid hands accepted the offering, the touch of red fruit flesh against his lips while gilded eyes looked on.

     

    Hardly a choice at all, really. Eve must have been powerless against such a temptation.

     

    Aziraphale was only now realizing that he, too, had been powerless against this demon for quite some time.

     

    Six months after the averted apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale take a trip to America. Aziraphale sees something in a museum that leads him to reflect on his feelings for his best friend, and to make some long-overdue decisions.

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    26 Sep 2019

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    Tucking his sunglasses into the neck of his black t-shirt, he scans the crowded space for the man Anathema had described. Blond, she’d said. A bit old-fashioned. Crowley had taken that to mean no shagging until the third date but his eyes land on a man who looks like he just returned from tea in the Victorian era and he just knows he’s found his date. Ezra Fell.

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    24 Sep 2019