@softwingedd / aziraphale : closed starter !
𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. never a dull moment ... they began with a bomb, and had led to a west end dressing room. shoes had long been kicked off with a grunt and groan, ruined soles still ablaze. he reclined upon the cramped sofa, long legs draped over the arm, socked feet dangling. hat sat forward against the bridge of their nose, concealing ; no prying amber eyes within a dressing room.
minutes passed 'til they cracked a lid. ' you look - ' a pause, during which a plethora of flattery crossed their mind, only to settle adamantly upon, ' ridiculous. ' the top hat was a bit much. but ... HEAT BLOSSOMED IN HIS CHEEKS.
' it's perfect. ' you're perfect. perhaps it was that heat which prompted the addendum ( or the hopeful gaze aimed their way ; the steadfast invitation from a lighthouse for one lost at sea ). he rose with a wince the moment his feet graced the floor. ' but ... trust that i can improve upon perfection, MISTER FELL. ' confidence that waned with every step, the safe distance between them narrowed to a pin. they took up one of the girls' eye pencils from the vanity - a stark black tip.
free hand rose to catch the other's chin. ' hold still. ' ironic, considering his was the unsteady hand. head tilted, breath hot upon the angel's face ... lips pursed in concentration ( AIM FOR MY MOUTH ). one curved line drawn slow and ending in a flourish ; its mirror image drawn adjacent. ' there. gorgeous. '
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@softwingedd / aziraphale : cont. from here !
' 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐙𝐈𝐑𝐀. ' 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 in mock salute. sleeves were pushed and bunched at the elbow to reveal a pale expanse enveloped in tattoos - twisting serpents and hellfire, it seemed. ' you can drop the mister ; crowley's fine. ' silence settled over them a moment and heat began to creep its way to sharp cheekbones. BY SOME MERCY, the other may miss the force of his stare through dark lenses. ' - plants are easy, just ... er, tell them who's boss, you know. ' a painted nail tapped its absent rhythm at the counter as if demanding attention. ' s'pose i'll just have to come check up on it, now and then ... '
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@softwingedd / aziraphale sent : ❛ there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. ❜
𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒-𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 ... fingertips traced lazy patterns into the soft, pale flesh at the angel's stomach. ' mm, that's certainly a more poetic way of reiterating what i said this morning ... and last night, and twice that afternoon - ' their meandering tone suggested that the list could go on ; and would, certainly, if he had any say in the matter. ' what do you reckon your ranking is, then? as far as sins go, that is. '
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