Aziraphale

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley had been having a ball. He'd figured out a bit of hackery with some code and some infernal miracles and soon enough he had millions of people angry at social media for long load times, zero refresh rates, and suspensions that came and were lifted seemingly at random.

He was absolutely giddy as he walked into the bookshop. He spied the angel in his chair and went to the one unanimously agreed to be his and flopped down, legs splayed out long and wide.

"Isn't it the most beautiful day?" he said cheerfully.

Never a good sign.

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[theangelfell]

Aziraphale sighed deeply and settled with his arm around Crowley. As was often the case when they did this, he felt too overwhelmed to speak.

[sauntereddownward]

The demon was quite content to curl into Aziraphale's warmth and bask in his Grace.

After some time, he flexed his wing and reached up to pluck a feather from it.

"Here," he said."Since you don't want my ear."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale smiled and took the feather. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you, my love." He paused a moment, and then asked quietly, "Are you happy?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Happier than I've ever been," he replied softly. Given that he was a demon, there was really no telling how he judged happiness.