tentatively titled "Fly"
Aziraphale just hadn’t been the same after the near-Apocalypse.
Well, maybe he had. Crowley didn’t know, which was just the problem, wasn’t it? Three months, three months, since Crowley had driven Aziraphale back to the quaint little bookshop, given a cheerful wave, extended a lunch invitation to a rapidly closing door. Three months that Crowley hadn’t seen Aziraphale.
Not that this was unusual, mind. Back in the day, Crowley had gone centuries by himself, tempting and wiling as he pleased. But in this day and age? Not since 1932, when Aziraphale had found out what really happened with the bulls and the bears, had he gone this long without lunch at the Ritz, tea at the bookshop, nighttime rides in the Bentley...
(this lj-cut is so fake)
I can't think of a good title OR summary...
Well, maybe he had. Crowley didn’t know, which was just the problem, wasn’t it? Three months, three months, since Crowley had driven Aziraphale back to the quaint little bookshop, given a cheerful wave, extended a lunch invitation to a rapidly closing door. Three months that Crowley hadn’t seen Aziraphale.
Not that this was unusual, mind. Back in the day, Crowley had gone centuries by himself, tempting and wiling as he pleased. But in this day and age? Not since 1932, when Aziraphale had found out what really happened with the bulls and the bears, had he gone this long without lunch at the Ritz, tea at the bookshop, nighttime rides in the Bentley...
(this lj-cut is so fake)
I can't think of a good title OR summary...