#softwingedd

[heavenfelled]

@softwingedd / aziraphale sent :

the shop looked like it hadn't been abandoned for years. like the angel hadn't stepped away from the place they cared so much for - that was more home to them than heaven ever was. and yet - here stood the supreme archangel - the years in heaven had indeed changed him. he'd lost a little weight ; after all - there was no earthly pleasures like food in heaven - ocean eyes now glittered with gold ; almost consuming the once bright twinkle of joy and excitement. and if you looked close enough - you'd see the shadows of wings. but not two... oh no... six shadows. old loved fabrics had been replaced with sparkling new things - clearly not cared for. a little jingle came from a bell above the door - when had that been put in? oh lord. don't be selling his books! panic - feet hurried. "muriel - don't sell my--- !" a pause - gold glittered eyes widened. the archangel paused - breath leaving their body. "crowley...." the name was breathless ; spoken through trembling lips. how long had it been? ten years?

𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘  𝐉𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄,  𝐀  𝐍𝐄𝐖  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐎𝐅  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒,  and  a  cellphone  perched  precariously  between  their  shoulder  and  cheek   ;   a  quick  snap  swung  the  door  open  before  him.    '  why  don't  you  just  come  'round  the  pub  tonight  and  we  can  discuss   -  '    

voice  faltered  and  fled  entirely,  cut  off  at  the  knees  by  the  sight  that  met  him.    '  angel  -  '    breathless ...   the  iced  latte  crashed  to  the  floor  with  a  scattering  of  icecubes.   it  was  some  small  mercy  that  the  records  remained  nestled  in  the  crook  of  their  arm.   dead  silence  hung  between  them,  punctuated  only  by  the  ticking  of  that  damned  clock. 

'  i'll  ring  you  back.  '    spoken  into  the  cell  before  it's  stuffed  unceremoniously  into  his  jacket.   heart  stuttered  and  LEAPT  to  the  base  of  their  throat.   was  he  going  to  throw  up?   was  this  what  it  felt  like? 

amber  eyes  bored  holes  into  the  angel.   they  flit  desperately  over  the  unfamiliarities  as  if  playing  a  cruel  and  unusual  spot-the-difference  game.   he  hated  it.   a  sudden  insecurity  welled  up  in  their  gut,  wondering  what  changes  had  become  of  themself   -   what  aziraphale  thought  of  them.   hair  longer,  brushing  his  shoulders  and  pulled  half  up  into  a  little  bun  at  the  back.   new  shades,  tighter  pants,  supple  leather  jacket  that  nina  said  made  it  look  like  he  was  having  a  midlife  crisis. 

'  hi   -  '    ever  so  lamely.    '  what  in  the  hell  are  you  doing  here?  '    icecubes  crunched  beneath  their  designer  soles.   eyes  rolled  and  another  snap  brought  the  latte,  reconstituted,  into  his  waiting  grasp.

[vocesincaput-arc]

@softwingedd continued from [x]

The demon was lounging out on the sofa next to Aziraphales desk, doing his best to see as disinterested as he possibly could. But even he could feel the corners of his lips attempting to tug themselves up into a smile at the thought that Nina & Maggie were going well. At least they were giving things a go now.

Crowley chanced a glance in the angels direction, breathing in just slightly at the way he spoke. The smile having unknowingly crept onto his lips as he looked at Aziraphale. But when the angel spoke about wedding bells and then turned to look at him, he snapped out of it.

"Hold on, hold on... I know i'm not an expert on human... whatever they call it. But even I think that wedding bells might be a bit too soon to call things." Crowley replied whilst swinging his legs off the couch to sit up. "Slow it down a bit, angel."

[goldenviolins]

i did a thing.

@softwingedd

[heavenfelled]

@softwingedd / aziraphale : cont. from here !

𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 - 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄, but it's force reached his eyes. the skin crinkled about the edges of that serpent's gaze, glinting with some spark of joy brought to life. ' trick you? nothing of the sort, i'm afraid. perhaps tempt would more appropriate ... ' a joke nestled in truth, or vice versa. their fingertips met and something LONG BURIED stirred awake between his ribs. ' i just thought - well, where's the harm in trying something new after 6000 years? '

they drew aziraphale in, brought flush together as a hand came to rest at the small of the angel's back. the other hand shifted, fingers threading with those of his friend. ' how's that? '

[heavenfelled]

@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. '

[heavenfelled]

@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 ... '

[heavenfelled]

@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. '

[vocesincaput-arc]

[ SHOULDER ] - crowley ( softwingedd )

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

[ SHOULDER ]:          sender reaches out and places a hand on the receiver’s shoulder, both to catch their attention and silently ask if they’re okay.

Crowley was stood, looking out of the bookshop window and across the street to where he could see Maggie & Nina in the cafe. They seemed to be getting closer more and more every day and the demon couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Jealousy in them having each other in such a way.

Jealousy in not getting to have what they have with his angel.

When he felt the hand upon his shoulder, the demon breathed in and turned his head to look at Aziraphale. Immediately feeling the jealousy mix with the feeling of warmth he always felt every time he looked at the angel.

"Hmm? I'm fine, angel."

[heavenfelled]

maybe someday i'll reveal the laundry list of famous and historical figures crowley's had intimate relations with, but it is not this day :')

[goldenviolins]

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