[Aziraphale mimes zipping his lips with a twinkle in his eyes. What's one small secret shared between the two of them? Although Crowley might find his verbally aggressive efforts countered in their future garden. Not on purpose -- Aziraphale is out of the business of countering demonic wiles -- but the angel is sure to shine his love upon the plants as he does all living things.
And, oh, does he look forward to that. His thoughts run similar to Crowley's, imagining the quiet moments they can spend together in the garden, whether picnicking during the day or stargazing at night, mugs of cocoa to keep them warm. It'd be their own personal Eden (but better -- Eden didn't have things like wine or cheese or mini marshmallows).
There's a blush at Crowley's teasing, along with a pleased smile. His fingers wander off Crowley's braid and scratch gently at the nape of his neck.]
Perhaps I have. You've made it sound so bucolic... and if there's any sort of damage, I'm sure we can straighten it out, whether through mundane or miraculous means.
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And, oh, does he look forward to that. His thoughts run similar to Crowley's, imagining the quiet moments they can spend together in the garden, whether picnicking during the day or stargazing at night, mugs of cocoa to keep them warm. It'd be their own personal Eden (but better -- Eden didn't have things like wine or cheese or mini marshmallows).
There's a blush at Crowley's teasing, along with a pleased smile. His fingers wander off Crowley's braid and scratch gently at the nape of his neck.]
Perhaps I have. You've made it sound so bucolic... and if there's any sort of damage, I'm sure we can straighten it out, whether through mundane or miraculous means.