"You look older." Crowley tilted his head.
"Do I?" Aziraphale frowned. "I'm not supposed to." He did not age. It was less divine magic and more that his cells had been quite firmly instructed not to decay.
"Well, you do. You've got those," Crowley gestured at his face, "lines."
"Wrinkles?"
"Yes, whatever they're called."
"I did before."
"Yes, but not quite so many. Or as deep."
"You know, this isn't what passes for polite conversation among humans."
"We're not human."
A fair point. And yet... Aziraphale pursed his lips, about to snap a retort when Crowley muttered:
"I like it."
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Keneu
*melting*
Aww! :)
Kahvi
Aww! :)
This is way too cute
Ilian
This is way too cute
Thank you! And, well, they
Kahvi
Thank you! And, well, they are...!
I said it before and I will
Smrtijedka
I said it before and I will say it again! This is absolutely beautiful and my heart is very happy to have read it.
Thank you so much! <3
Kahvi
Thank you so much! <3
Oh, what a perfect little
Roadsterguy
Oh, what a perfect little chocolate square of a fic! Sweet and filling.
Thank you! :) :)
Kahvi
Thank you! :) :)
Owww, they are so so sweet :-
P.M.d.A.
Owww, they are so so sweet :-)
Yes, they are! Thank you for
Kahvi
Yes, they are! Thank you for commenting. :)