Merry Christmas

[sauntereddownward]

While Aziraphale had been in his room letting his cocoa go cold with his nose in a book, no doubt, Crowley had been quite busy down in the library. He'd found a tree. And he'd trimmed it especially for Sol Invictus. It was artificial, of course, since plastics were evil. And Crowley, given the choice, had selected a shimmery black tree. His decorations included blood red tinsel garland, and tiny little angels and demons scattered amongst shiny black and red ornaments.

It stood directly in the middle of the room, between the door and the desk. Annoyingly in the way.

He stood back, quite proud of it.

And then he settled in his favorite chair and pulled out his phone to make a little mischief on the tiktok thing.

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[theangelfell]

"Mmm maybe so," said Aziraphale, who did believe in fate, a little.

"So what happens tomorrow?"

[sauntereddownward]

"It's Boxing Day. I was going to give the kitchen staff passes for the cinema," he said, carrying on as normal in an attempt to feel normal and not all...all fluttery.

[theangelfell]

"Oh, that would be so nice of you," said Aziraphale fondly. "I... I forgot it was Christmas."

[sauntereddownward]

"I could tell," he smiled. "Should we get up and go play Santa while the students sleep? You, doing good by leaving presents. And I'll help with the evil of breaking and entering..."

[theangelfell]

"Oh that's a wonderful idea!" Aziraphale said brightly.

[sauntereddownward]

"Should we dress festively?" he asked, slowly pulling away. He'd never refuse the chance to wear something stylish.

[theangelfell]

"Selfishly I don't want to leave the bed," Aziraphale murmured, snuggling against him.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley arched a brow and wore a sly smile.

"Sloth is a sin, angel," he teased.

[theangelfell]

"So is lust," Aziraphale whispered.

[sauntereddownward]

"So is gluttony, and I'm starving," he smiled, then ducked in to playfully bite Aziraphale with rather sharp fangs. And he held on for a moment before kissing him and breaking away.

Crowley enjoyed sleeping. He was quite good at it. But he didn't do it, as a general rule, because if he was going to do it, he wanted to do i all at one. For a century, perhaps.

Now he was ready to go spread some Christmas magic.