those words settle comfortably in his chest, blooming into a gentle warmth. that's a lovely thought. even lovelier to hear it being spoken by crowley in that all-too-casual way.
briefly, aziraphale wonders if it's his shop or the demon's flat that ultimately felt more like home to him back in london. )
Than I shall.
( simply. he thinks that's a nice way for them to divide the work up. he picked it out, crowley will fix it up. that and he imagines that having some sort of project might help settle some of crowley's nerves. things always felt a little less overwhelming when there were clear tasks to perform.
he doesn't bother to ask which of the bedrooms he'll take, knowing without question that it'll be the left. the one they're already standing in. reaching out for the cream-coloured privacy curtain, he holds the fabric between his fingers.
there's a soft, angelic jingle as the curtains on this side of the bedroom start to bleed from cream to black.
a first touch towards making it a home. after all, it didn't seem like they were going to be released by their captors any time soon. )
I'm relieved that you like it. I was worried that it might not be ( he makes a twirling hand gesture. ) concrete enough.
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those words settle comfortably in his chest, blooming into a gentle warmth. that's a lovely thought. even lovelier to hear it being spoken by crowley in that all-too-casual way.
briefly, aziraphale wonders if it's his shop or the demon's flat that ultimately felt more like home to him back in london. )
Than I shall.
( simply. he thinks that's a nice way for them to divide the work up. he picked it out, crowley will fix it up. that and he imagines that having some sort of project might help settle some of crowley's nerves. things always felt a little less overwhelming when there were clear tasks to perform.
he doesn't bother to ask which of the bedrooms he'll take, knowing without question that it'll be the left. the one they're already standing in. reaching out for the cream-coloured privacy curtain, he holds the fabric between his fingers.
there's a soft, angelic jingle as the curtains on this side of the bedroom start to bleed from cream to black.
a first touch towards making it a home. after all, it didn't seem like they were going to be released by their captors any time soon. )
I'm relieved that you like it. I was worried that it might not be ( he makes a twirling hand gesture. ) concrete enough.
( industrial looking, he means. )