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mekachu04the rain drizzles down outside the windows -its a dreary day, but a calm on no less. the steady thrum of water tap tap tap on the glass, and against the roof over their head. rivulets running down the done light above them/
the kind of day to curl up in from of the fire with cocoa and a good book.
or troll impressionable young adults on the internet while sipping whiskey, snuggled up next to the reclining form of you best friend as they read a book.
either way.
it was a nice day, even with the rain. the storm would mask the passage of time, the drizzle discouraging foot traffic, so even as the hours ticked later into the night, and the shop actually remained open - technically - the two remain undisturbed i their quiet time together.
and, for the first time, there was zero looking over their shoulder. let them be caught. they where their one side now, and if nothing else, it was expected for them to be together.
heaven would be mortified to find them cuddled quietly together on the battered sofa in the middle of Aziraphale's bookshop. to see such a peace that had formed with a demon, no violence or blood.
hell would be mortified too. that they where just.... cuddling. not that Hell would want to witness anything else, but it was all just so... domestic. were was the debauchery and corruption?
A disappointment to both sides, and that;s just the way the two liked it.
let them be horrified. good riddance.
the kind of day to curl up in from of the fire with cocoa and a good book.
or troll impressionable young adults on the internet while sipping whiskey, snuggled up next to the reclining form of you best friend as they read a book.
either way.
it was a nice day, even with the rain. the storm would mask the passage of time, the drizzle discouraging foot traffic, so even as the hours ticked later into the night, and the shop actually remained open - technically - the two remain undisturbed i their quiet time together.
and, for the first time, there was zero looking over their shoulder. let them be caught. they where their one side now, and if nothing else, it was expected for them to be together.
heaven would be mortified to find them cuddled quietly together on the battered sofa in the middle of Aziraphale's bookshop. to see such a peace that had formed with a demon, no violence or blood.
hell would be mortified too. that they where just.... cuddling. not that Hell would want to witness anything else, but it was all just so... domestic. were was the debauchery and corruption?
A disappointment to both sides, and that;s just the way the two liked it.
let them be horrified. good riddance.
