Crowley's glasses slid sightly forward on his nose when that book came flying out of the back like it knew to and right over to the angel who had called for it. Book and angel, It was like they were made for each other! He thought to marvel at that or offer congratulations instead before even being able to smile he was collected and hurried out of the shop.
The 'talk' as it was briefly refereed to in his own mind consisted of the usual, I'm an angel you are a demon, arguments that he had been hearing from Azriaphale for... well since the beginning really. He didn't pay them the greatest amount of attention. Azriaphale always said no before he said yes.
"Did I say this was a date date? I never once said this was a date date!"
Of course he never said it wasn't a date date either. Which he decided for ill or well to point out in his trademark clever way.
"We're just an angel and a demon, looking to learn a new style of magic."
He nodded in the direction of the little ice cream cart on the curb.
"About to share a frozen banana."
His own fingers moved to lace with the one's holding his wrist.
"Holding hands."
He stepped closer, a hint of dry amusement slipping in between the words.
"Kissing in the park."
And closer still until his wingtips settled nicely against Azriaphale's divinely flared ones.
"How could anyone come away with the idea that this was a date date?"
His demon's smile appeared, soft and tender as he quoted something apropos of the moment and from a play near and dear to both of them as they had been there to see it. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, 222–230.
"Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance between us twain! How like you this play?"
The last line was altered to better fit the situation.
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Date: 2019-06-25 06:39 pm (UTC)The 'talk' as it was briefly refereed to in his own mind consisted of the usual, I'm an angel you are a demon, arguments that he had been hearing from Azriaphale for... well since the beginning really. He didn't pay them the greatest amount of attention. Azriaphale always said no before he said yes.
"Did I say this was a date date? I never once said this was a date date!"
Of course he never said it wasn't a date date either. Which he decided for ill or well to point out in his trademark clever way.
"We're just an angel and a demon, looking to learn a new style of magic."
He nodded in the direction of the little ice cream cart on the curb.
"About to share a frozen banana."
His own fingers moved to lace with the one's holding his wrist.
"Holding hands."
He stepped closer, a hint of dry amusement slipping in between the words.
"Kissing in the park."
And closer still until his wingtips settled nicely against Azriaphale's divinely flared ones.
"How could anyone come away with the idea that this was a date date?"
His demon's smile appeared, soft and tender as he quoted something apropos of the moment and from a play near and dear to both of them as they had been there to see it. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, 222–230.
"Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain!
How like you this play?"
The last line was altered to better fit the situation.
"The angel doth protest too much, methinks."