I'm glad you're not there. Even if we'd never met, you were given a chance to not be miserable on Earth.
They can't all be winners. Even Will had a couple of bad ones. Remember how I had to leave halfway through Titus Andronicus?
There's a difference between our corporations and our essences, but perhaps you're right. We've touched each other's wings, and those aren't merely in the physical plane. Speaking of consecrated ground, some time soon I'd like to properly thank you for coming into that church for me.
Yes, but I wanted to give you fair warning, because I also know how much you enjoy complaining about how I've made a right mess of your hair.
glad to be here too. like it better since it's here with you
i do! i was ready to give it a miss entirely but u like those gloomy plays. nearly lost my lunch a quarter of the way thru.
yeah, like i said, we'll go slow, but we should be alright. it's not like we're some entirely different species. and u don't have to thank me, not for that.
i'll complain neway bc u know i love 2 do that 2 ;) 2 birds, one stone.
I like tragedies, but that particular one was... I believe the phrase is 'torture porn'? If I'd know what we were in for, I wouldn't have talked you into going. I hope I made it up to you with a Midsummer Night's Dream. I remember you liking that one.
That's true. Switching bodies with you was far easier than possessing Marjorie, and she was a very receptive host. It might not so much be that we are an angel and a demon, but that we'd be two celestial beings in one corporation that's the true risk. We'll be careful. And I'll thank you all I want, and then some.
As long as we are both on the same page. May I braid your hair, also, if you grow it out?
i do try to spice things up, yes, glad u noticed ;)
that wasn't porn, angel. i know what porn is, it's meant to titillate, not nauseate. it was just torture. but midsummer night's dream was good. liked watching it with you. we should catch a production of it again whenever u like? maybe one where we can throw things at the stage like in the old days?
my corporations pretty sturdy. passed thru a wall of fire, no problem. could probably handle getting extra cozy with u. and angel, u don't have to thank me for trying 2 apologize 2 u.
[ Somewhere, Crowley's brain actually short circuits. There's a good few minutes before he sends his next text. ]
I do question who would find that titillating, but revenge plays were very popular for a time, the gorier, the better. Yes, we should see it again, but I do not want to throw anything at the stage. It's one of the things I appreciate about modern theater, although I do miss shouting encouragement to the actors.
Yes, I'm well aware of how sturdy you are. But let's not limit the scenario to me inside of your body, for all we know it might need to go the other way around. And if anyone needed to apologize, it was me, but if it makes you feel better, I'll save my gratitude for the next kind thing you do for me, which means I won't have to wait long at all. ;)
The reply is far more than worth the wait.
Wonderful. I'd been itching to, ever since the first time I saw braids in your hair.
might do. bit scent blind to myself. how do i taste, actually?
u know, u might actually like interactive theatre. next time we take a trip to the states, let's stop in new york, see if we can catch a sleep no more showing.
definitely dangerous that. if i wound up in ur body, even if we eventually found a suitable replacement 4 me, i probably wouldn't want to leave. and u can thank me when i do nice things, but not for that. not for fucking off to sleep and not speaking 2 u for nearly a century.
did those myself. always liked the look. gonna wind up liking it 1000x more now.
Like one of my favorite teas, spiced with cinnamon, cardamom, and ginger. A hint of woodsmoke.
All right, if you think I'll like it. Why don't we plan a proper trip, then? We can go to New York and anywhere else we fancy.
I can't say that I would mind much, keeping you safe inside of me, although I'd miss your arms around me, among other things. And it's water under the bridge, Crowley, you weren't speaking to me but I wasn't willing to listen at the time, either. I missed you terribly, but it forced me to realize how I felt about you, and to understand what your request for holy water truly meant. I would never hold that against you.
good, good. i'd hoped i got the sulfur smell out - can never really be too sure. it clings for decades and decades.
newhere in particular u'd like to go? big country, lot of tempting things to get us into trouble. i always wanted to try one of those deep fried chocolate bars.
it'd be an emergency measure only. just saying, all won't be lost if we lose our earthly bodies. and i don't know what 2 say angel - u have every rite 2 be mad. i'm glad ur not, but i still could have idk actually explained anything.
I can't remember the last time I smelled sulfur on you, but I might have become nose blind to it. Sandalphon once remarked on smelling something evil in my shop and it took me a good second or two to realize it was because you had been around earlier.
I think I'd like to see a bit of nature, if you don't mind? The redwoods in particular. A few of them are nearly a third of our age! We can get one of those deep fried chocolate bars along the way. Where do they make those?
So long as we still have each other.
[There's a pause before the next text.]
We've never been stellar at communicating... I mean, not until recently. I promise not to get so mad at you that I don't listen, so long as you promise not to sleep for extreme periods of time as a way of avoiding me. Deal?
Well, with all those lovely hearts you've offered me, how could I possibly say no? <3
as long as i don't smell bad 2 u is all that matters. and sandalphon has no right to talk, he smells like mayonnaise left out in the sun for a few hours then drowned in cologne, the oily tit.
ooh, good choice. ...and i reckon they make them all over? we'll drive around and see. so new york, find deep fried candy, and then it's off to the west coast for a hike. should be a nice weekend vacation for us.
[ Crowley does not actually know how big America is. ]
that's what we fought for. our own side.
and a deal with a demon, Aziraphale? ooo
but yes, definitely a deal. genuinely happy to be able to just say things outright. nice to just tell u things. not that i didn't tell u things b4 but nice to not have to say them in secret code.
when i want something does it mean all i have to do is send u lots of hearts? bc ur fingers in my hair is 💕💘🍆💦
Yes, *that's* what he smells like. Rancid aioli. I'd been trying to place his odor for ages now. You smell wonderful to me, dear. I'm glad you're in the bookshop so often now.
I think that fried desserts is more of a southern delicacy, although you can find nearly any cuisine in New York City. I'm sure in the drive to the west coast, we'll spot a proprietor along the way, perhaps at a charming roadside stand or diner.
[Aziraphale does not actually know how big America is, either.]
A deal with an angel, Crowley? ooo yourself. I'm glad we don't have to couch our words, either. Although I also appreciate our non-verbal communication skills.
Those are not all hearts, you know, but I'll allow it. I was wondering when the aubergine was going to show up, it's only a matter of time with you.
i can't believe him of all people thinks i smell evil. i'd be almost offended if i thought he were worth the indignation.
[ Will he ever let it go that Sandalphon punched Aziraphale? Probably not. ]
neway u know u've always smelled good to me. 💕
oo we should see if they have those 50s style diners. i hear they're v popular. also roadside tourist traps. i want to see the world's biggest ball of yarn. think how many jumpers it could make.
i make deals w/ u all the time. i'm a demon i'm meant to break rules :) we are p good at that nonverbal thing though. i've got the subtle intricacies of your puppy eyes down to a science.
the aubergine's like like the merlot of texting, there's almost never a bad time to whip one out 😘
His concept of good and evil is determined by who he's browning his nose for, dear. Don't let it trouble you.
[Aziraphale has managed to let it go, not feeling much of anything towards the archangel, although that is likely because Crowley hates him so very much. Having a loved one indignant on your behalf is a very satisfying feeling.]
Good, my barber will be glad to hear it. ;)
One that serves pie, I've heard the pie in America is very good. We can see the giant ball of yarn if you like. We can take a selfie with it.
Well, I only had your eyebrows to go by, and yet somehow we managed. Still, I prefer the deals that we make now, they have a bigger payoff.
Doesn't it depend on what you pair it with, my dear? Is the peach going to make an appearance, or were you implying something with that kissing face?
that would explain the faint notes of l'eau de excrément from him. and here i thought it was just gabriel.
[ Now he's just being mean. ]
u do know how to pick a good barber
we should get american hamburgers as well. and i know u'd love new england clam chowder. and take selfies with the cornfields too. i hear there's a lot ears out there
i made my eyebrows very expressive for ur benefit. and took my glasses off when we weren't around humans. but yeah, much bigger payoff these days. still rly like knowing exactly what ur thinking by the look u give me though.
might be insinuating that i want 2 kiss u. and i was hoping u'd provide the peach. urs is the sweetest, after all 😜
[Far be it from Aziraphale to defend his former boss(es), but this seems a good a time as any to drop the subject. He doesn't want to give them any more of his thoughts, not right now.]
This one in particular has his heart set on finding me the perfect cologne. He's a gem.
I have been wanting to try an authentic American hamburger. Clam chowder sounds good, too. We should get oysters in New England, too. Are you attempting to make a corn-related pun? Don't they sometimes have corn mazes, too?
Thank you for the eyebrow acrobatics, then. I prefer being able to see your eyes. You didn't take them off as often back then, even when we were alone.
I enthusiastically consent to both, as soon as you see fit to return to the bookshop.
yes, and i think they do? meant to be spooky among all the corn. ooh if we go around autumn, they have big pumpkin patches. love me a good squash.
i like having my eyes uncovered around you too. back then though, i always worried you didn't much like them. you know, since they'd remind you i'm a demon. idk it was a silly thing to think.
coming home 2 u soon - gonna stop for treats and hair product. growing it eight inches in a few seconds takes a toll u know
I know you're a big spooky fan, but this tidbit about the squash is new to me. There's a little bistro not too far from here that makes utterly amazing pumpkin ravioli. They're little pillows of perfection. I'll treat you later. We can plan our trip for autumn, if you like. I've never been in a pumpkin patch.
I always liked your eyes, Crowley. But I never told you. In fact, I went out of my way to point out that you were a demon, so it's not a silly thing to think at all. I'm very sorry for that, by the way, if it made you feel self-conscious.
Would you like me to wash your hair once you get here? Then you can add product to a clean slate.
Am I sure? Considering it's one of my favorite dishes there, yes, I am sure. They're only a touch sweet from the natural sugars of the pumpkin, not at all like a dessert. Give them a try, you'll like them.
[And if not, Aziraphale can eat them off his plate.]
I know. At the same time, I wasn't working through my own "stuff" enough. I'm glad that you were comfortable around me, though. I had always hoped that you were.
It appears that I have stumbled upon a preference of yours. ;) I'll go start up the bath, see you soon. <3
that doesn't sound too bad actually. i'll give it a try - you've been on the money b4.
u were working at ur own pace angel, and u had a lot more to lose if u tripped up or got something wrong. pls don't ever think u weren't doing enough.
"preference" u say, as though it weren't obvious. should have put a big neon sign over my head saying "angel, please put ur hands here". neway, omw luv u c u soon 😘
[ Of course Crowley's car comes screeching to halt outside the shop, and he comes hurrying in with a bag full of his favourite hair-care products. It seems that he does very little actual miracling with his hair, the same way Aziraphale prefers the more human method of keeping his clothes intact. ]
Perhaps for dinner later? You've put me in the mood.
[He doesn't respond to the rest of the texts for some reason. Perhaps he's busy with the bath? And indeed, when Crowley lets himself into the shop and makes his way to the flat upstairs, he'll find Aziraphale in the bathroom running water into the tub. His flat is less over-run with books these days, confined to bookshelves and coffee tables as opposed to pieces of furniture intended to sit or lounge upon.
He turns towards the doorframe when Crowley arrives and smiles, his eyes especially bright. These days he greets Crowley in all manner of ways; this time it is a long, almost needy hug, his face nuzzling into those miraculously longer locks.]
Thank you, Crowley. For indulging me and... and everything, really...
[ Crowley pulls Aziraphale close, lifting the angel off his feet as he folds his long arms around him. He doesn't miss the neediness from his lover and is more than happy to meet it head on. Crowley is usually the clingy one. ]
Hello, sweetheart.
[ He greets softly, kissing into those curls. He'd begun using other endearments besides 'angel', though that's still, by far, his favourite. ]
Love indulging you. You're wonderful to indulge.
[ It isn't just flattery either. Aziraphale's so passionate about everything, from good food to beautiful music; it was truly a pleasure to make him happy. ]
And I'm getting indulged too. Always wanted you to get those lovely hands in my hair.
[Aziraphale relaxes immediately in Crowley's comforting embrace. Without the wrath of their former bosses to worry about, the angel occasionally dwells on the things he could have done differently where Crowley is concerned. Some of those texts had gotten rather serious, and yet Crowley had given him nothing but kindness in return. It's incredibly humbling, and he needs a moment to simply breathe him in and remind himself that it all worked out in the end.
Once his feet are back on the ground, he pulls back enough to look over Crowley's hair. A hand comes up wind through it gently.]
It's beautiful as the rest of you. [His gaze flicks to the bag of hair products.] Goodness, what is all that? I'll have to clear off my vanity to make room.
[ Crowley refuses to dwell on what they had to say or do in the past just to survive. That they had been able to be as close as they were was, well, a miracle. He'd rather focus on what they had now, build on that relationship while carefully chiseling away at past hurts a bit at a time. The past would take time to reconcile. And they had time. But Aziraphale deserved to focus on the good things they had now.
He leans hard into the touch, making a contented sound at the back of his throat. Oh that's nice - very nice. Good choice to do this, even if it means his hair's going to be dry and brittle for a couple of days as he gets it up to its usual healthy lustre. ]
Got a box of pumpkin ravioli and dessert for you. N'some wine.
[ If he sounds a little drunk, it's very much the effect Aziraphale has on him. ]
[However Crowley wants to approach their past, Aziraphale is amenable, so long as they can have many more moments like this. But he is not above making up for lost time, as he is doing now, appreciating the length of Crowley's hair. He smiles and wraps a curl around his finger. It doesn't feel perfectly silky to him, but he won't begrudge Crowley his products. Lord knows how fussy Aziraphale can be over his personal effects.
When he hears what else is in the bag, he beams and wiggles, leaning in to kiss Crowley enthusiastically.]
You think of everything, darling. Thank you.
[The tub is close to full, so Aziraphale shuts off the water with a wave of his hand, then rolls up his sleeves.]
Now then, I believe I owe your hair a good washing? I've got a little padded stool by the tub, you can sit there and lean back and tell me what to use on your hair.
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They can't all be winners. Even Will had a couple of bad ones. Remember how I had to leave halfway through Titus Andronicus?
There's a difference between our corporations and our essences, but perhaps you're right. We've touched each other's wings, and those aren't merely in the physical plane. Speaking of consecrated ground, some time soon I'd like to properly thank you for coming into that church for me.
Yes, but I wanted to give you fair warning, because I also know how much you enjoy complaining about how I've made a right mess of your hair.
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i do! i was ready to give it a miss entirely but u like those gloomy plays. nearly lost my lunch a quarter of the way thru.
yeah, like i said, we'll go slow, but we should be alright. it's not like we're some entirely different species. and u don't have to thank me, not for that.
i'll complain neway bc u know i love 2 do that 2 ;) 2 birds, one stone.
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I like tragedies, but that particular one was... I believe the phrase is 'torture porn'? If I'd know what we were in for, I wouldn't have talked you into going. I hope I made it up to you with a Midsummer Night's Dream. I remember you liking that one.
That's true. Switching bodies with you was far easier than possessing Marjorie, and she was a very receptive host. It might not so much be that we are an angel and a demon, but that we'd be two celestial beings in one corporation that's the true risk. We'll be careful. And I'll thank you all I want, and then some.
As long as we are both on the same page. May I braid your hair, also, if you grow it out?
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that wasn't porn, angel. i know what porn is, it's meant to titillate, not nauseate. it was just torture. but midsummer night's dream was good. liked watching it with you. we should catch a production of it again whenever u like? maybe one where we can throw things at the stage like in the old days?
my corporations pretty sturdy. passed thru a wall of fire, no problem. could probably handle getting extra cozy with u. and angel, u don't have to thank me for trying 2 apologize 2 u.
[ Somewhere, Crowley's brain actually short circuits. There's a good few minutes before he sends his next text. ]
pls do. growing my hair out rite now.
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I do question who would find that titillating, but revenge plays were very popular for a time, the gorier, the better. Yes, we should see it again, but I do not want to throw anything at the stage. It's one of the things I appreciate about modern theater, although I do miss shouting encouragement to the actors.
Yes, I'm well aware of how sturdy you are. But let's not limit the scenario to me inside of your body, for all we know it might need to go the other way around. And if anyone needed to apologize, it was me, but if it makes you feel better, I'll save my gratitude for the next kind thing you do for me, which means I won't have to wait long at all. ;)
The reply is far more than worth the wait.
Wonderful. I'd been itching to, ever since the first time I saw braids in your hair.
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u know, u might actually like interactive theatre. next time we take a trip to the states, let's stop in new york, see if we can catch a sleep no more showing.
definitely dangerous that. if i wound up in ur body, even if we eventually found a suitable replacement 4 me, i probably wouldn't want to leave. and u can thank me when i do nice things, but not for that. not for fucking off to sleep and not speaking 2 u for nearly a century.
did those myself. always liked the look. gonna wind up liking it 1000x more now.
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All right, if you think I'll like it. Why don't we plan a proper trip, then? We can go to New York and anywhere else we fancy.
I can't say that I would mind much, keeping you safe inside of me, although I'd miss your arms around me, among other things. And it's water under the bridge, Crowley, you weren't speaking to me but I wasn't willing to listen at the time, either. I missed you terribly, but it forced me to realize how I felt about you, and to understand what your request for holy water truly meant. I would never hold that against you.
When I see you tonight, then?
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newhere in particular u'd like to go? big country, lot of tempting things to get us into trouble. i always wanted to try one of those deep fried chocolate bars.
it'd be an emergency measure only. just saying, all won't be lost if we lose our earthly bodies. and i don't know what 2 say angel - u have every rite 2 be mad. i'm glad ur not, but i still could have idk actually explained anything.
yes. definitely 2nite. pls 💗💓💗💓💗💓
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I think I'd like to see a bit of nature, if you don't mind? The redwoods in particular. A few of them are nearly a third of our age! We can get one of those deep fried chocolate bars along the way. Where do they make those?
So long as we still have each other.
[There's a pause before the next text.]
We've never been stellar at communicating... I mean, not until recently. I promise not to get so mad at you that I don't listen, so long as you promise not to sleep for extreme periods of time as a way of avoiding me. Deal?
Well, with all those lovely hearts you've offered me, how could I possibly say no? <3
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ooh, good choice. ...and i reckon they make them all over? we'll drive around and see. so new york, find deep fried candy, and then it's off to the west coast for a hike. should be a nice weekend vacation for us.
[ Crowley does not actually know how big America is. ]
that's what we fought for. our own side.
and a deal with a demon, Aziraphale? ooo
but yes, definitely a deal. genuinely happy to be able to just say things outright. nice to just tell u things. not that i didn't tell u things b4 but nice to not have to say them in secret code.
when i want something does it mean all i have to do is send u lots of hearts? bc ur fingers in my hair is 💕💘🍆💦
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I think that fried desserts is more of a southern delicacy, although you can find nearly any cuisine in New York City. I'm sure in the drive to the west coast, we'll spot a proprietor along the way, perhaps at a charming roadside stand or diner.
[Aziraphale does not actually know how big America is, either.]
A deal with an angel, Crowley? ooo yourself. I'm glad we don't have to couch our words, either. Although I also appreciate our non-verbal communication skills.
Those are not all hearts, you know, but I'll allow it. I was wondering when the aubergine was going to show up, it's only a matter of time with you.
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[ Will he ever let it go that Sandalphon punched Aziraphale? Probably not. ]
neway u know u've always smelled good to me. 💕
oo we should see if they have those 50s style diners. i hear they're v popular. also roadside tourist traps. i want to see the world's biggest ball of yarn. think how many jumpers it could make.
i make deals w/ u all the time. i'm a demon i'm meant to break rules :) we are p good at that nonverbal thing though. i've got the subtle intricacies of your puppy eyes down to a science.
the aubergine's like like the merlot of texting, there's almost never a bad time to whip one out 😘
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[Aziraphale has managed to let it go, not feeling much of anything towards the archangel, although that is likely because Crowley hates him so very much. Having a loved one indignant on your behalf is a very satisfying feeling.]
Good, my barber will be glad to hear it. ;)
One that serves pie, I've heard the pie in America is very good. We can see the giant ball of yarn if you like. We can take a selfie with it.
Well, I only had your eyebrows to go by, and yet somehow we managed. Still, I prefer the deals that we make now, they have a bigger payoff.
Doesn't it depend on what you pair it with, my dear? Is the peach going to make an appearance, or were you implying something with that kissing face?
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[ Now he's just being mean. ]
u do know how to pick a good barber
we should get american hamburgers as well. and i know u'd love new england clam chowder. and take selfies with the cornfields too. i hear there's a lot ears out there
i made my eyebrows very expressive for ur benefit. and took my glasses off when we weren't around humans. but yeah, much bigger payoff these days. still rly like knowing exactly what ur thinking by the look u give me though.
might be insinuating that i want 2 kiss u. and i was hoping u'd provide the peach. urs is the sweetest, after all 😜
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This one in particular has his heart set on finding me the perfect cologne. He's a gem.
I have been wanting to try an authentic American hamburger. Clam chowder sounds good, too. We should get oysters in New England, too. Are you attempting to make a corn-related pun? Don't they sometimes have corn mazes, too?
Thank you for the eyebrow acrobatics, then. I prefer being able to see your eyes. You didn't take them off as often back then, even when we were alone.
I enthusiastically consent to both, as soon as you see fit to return to the bookshop.
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yes, and i think they do? meant to be spooky among all the corn. ooh if we go around autumn, they have big pumpkin patches. love me a good squash.
i like having my eyes uncovered around you too. back then though, i always worried you didn't much like them. you know, since they'd remind you i'm a demon. idk it was a silly thing to think.
coming home 2 u soon - gonna stop for treats and hair product. growing it eight inches in a few seconds takes a toll u know
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I know you're a big spooky fan, but this tidbit about the squash is new to me. There's a little bistro not too far from here that makes utterly amazing pumpkin ravioli. They're little pillows of perfection. I'll treat you later. We can plan our trip for autumn, if you like. I've never been in a pumpkin patch.
I always liked your eyes, Crowley. But I never told you. In fact, I went out of my way to point out that you were a demon, so it's not a silly thing to think at all. I'm very sorry for that, by the way, if it made you feel self-conscious.
Would you like me to wash your hair once you get here? Then you can add product to a clean slate.
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u didn't make me self conscious angel. the opposite rly. always felt v comfortable around u. was just working thru my own stuff u know?
!!!!! yes pls that sounds v good! 😍😍😍😍😍
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[And if not, Aziraphale can eat them off his plate.]
I know. At the same time, I wasn't working through my own "stuff" enough. I'm glad that you were comfortable around me, though. I had always hoped that you were.
It appears that I have stumbled upon a preference of yours. ;) I'll go start up the bath, see you soon. <3
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u were working at ur own pace angel, and u had a lot more to lose if u tripped up or got something wrong. pls don't ever think u weren't doing enough.
"preference" u say, as though it weren't obvious. should have put a big neon sign over my head saying "angel, please put ur hands here". neway, omw luv u c u soon 😘
[ Of course Crowley's car comes screeching to halt outside the shop, and he comes hurrying in with a bag full of his favourite hair-care products. It seems that he does very little actual miracling with his hair, the same way Aziraphale prefers the more human method of keeping his clothes intact. ]
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[He doesn't respond to the rest of the texts for some reason. Perhaps he's busy with the bath? And indeed, when Crowley lets himself into the shop and makes his way to the flat upstairs, he'll find Aziraphale in the bathroom running water into the tub. His flat is less over-run with books these days, confined to bookshelves and coffee tables as opposed to pieces of furniture intended to sit or lounge upon.
He turns towards the doorframe when Crowley arrives and smiles, his eyes especially bright. These days he greets Crowley in all manner of ways; this time it is a long, almost needy hug, his face nuzzling into those miraculously longer locks.]
Thank you, Crowley. For indulging me and... and everything, really...
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Hello, sweetheart.
[ He greets softly, kissing into those curls. He'd begun using other endearments besides 'angel', though that's still, by far, his favourite. ]
Love indulging you. You're wonderful to indulge.
[ It isn't just flattery either. Aziraphale's so passionate about everything, from good food to beautiful music; it was truly a pleasure to make him happy. ]
And I'm getting indulged too. Always wanted you to get those lovely hands in my hair.
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Once his feet are back on the ground, he pulls back enough to look over Crowley's hair. A hand comes up wind through it gently.]
It's beautiful as the rest of you. [His gaze flicks to the bag of hair products.] Goodness, what is all that? I'll have to clear off my vanity to make room.
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He leans hard into the touch, making a contented sound at the back of his throat. Oh that's nice - very nice. Good choice to do this, even if it means his hair's going to be dry and brittle for a couple of days as he gets it up to its usual healthy lustre. ]
Got a box of pumpkin ravioli and dessert for you. N'some wine.
[ If he sounds a little drunk, it's very much the effect Aziraphale has on him. ]
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When he hears what else is in the bag, he beams and wiggles, leaning in to kiss Crowley enthusiastically.]
You think of everything, darling. Thank you.
[The tub is close to full, so Aziraphale shuts off the water with a wave of his hand, then rolls up his sleeves.]
Now then, I believe I owe your hair a good washing? I've got a little padded stool by the tub, you can sit there and lean back and tell me what to use on your hair.
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