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sauntereddownward) wrote2023-08-27 05:27 pm
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The next morning dawned, bright and fresh as the first dawn and every dawn thereafter. Crowley took note of the sunlight. There had been no sunlight in the basket, no need to rouse even a smidgen while he'd been trapped. But now the light indicated creation.
It wasn't enough to get him to open his eyes, but he did become quite aware that this was a bed. A delightfully comfortable bed, warm and soft, and the warmth that made the demon gravitate to it and ease in tight against it was solid and familiar and safe.
All he'd wanted since the day he'd watched Aziraphale leave.
It wasn't enough to get him to open his eyes, but he did become quite aware that this was a bed. A delightfully comfortable bed, warm and soft, and the warmth that made the demon gravitate to it and ease in tight against it was solid and familiar and safe.
All he'd wanted since the day he'd watched Aziraphale leave.
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"Don't choose fear, angel," Crowley said...as he took back over and the Bentley charged through traffic at breakneck speed.
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"Safe as houses," Crowley announced as the car came to an abrupt stop against the curb in front of the bookshop.
There was a chance Aziraphale's nerves might not agree.
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