[ Crowley stretches and sits himself at Aziraphale's side, plucking the fork from the breakfast tray. This is both calming and familiar, and yet dazzlingly new. Their millennia-spanning friendship had involved many little dining excursions, where one or the other might offer up a forkful of something from their plate. The new bit is Aziraphale explicitly asking for this treatment from Crowley, and the demon couldn't be happier to oblige.
He uses the side of the fork to cut through the soft, rumsoaked sponge and layers of fruit, before offering up the morsel to Aziraphale. ]
Principality, indeed. All you need's a little crown.
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Date: 2020-04-01 04:23 am (UTC)[ Crowley stretches and sits himself at Aziraphale's side, plucking the fork from the breakfast tray. This is both calming and familiar, and yet dazzlingly new. Their millennia-spanning friendship had involved many little dining excursions, where one or the other might offer up a forkful of something from their plate. The new bit is Aziraphale explicitly asking for this treatment from Crowley, and the demon couldn't be happier to oblige.
He uses the side of the fork to cut through the soft, rumsoaked sponge and layers of fruit, before offering up the morsel to Aziraphale. ]
Principality, indeed. All you need's a little crown.