Sneakily ever after
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A Wine In Time
On a beautiful and shameful morning, Crowley sat in the skies. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His eye ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Aziraphale to love someone with a silver wing?
Happily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a genuine shiny bed, all on a summer's day. I wish my Aziraphale would sleep me, in his own blissful way..."
"Do you?" Aziraphale sat down beside Crowley and put his hand on Crowley's hand. "I think that could be arranged."
Crowley gasped surreptitiously. "But what about my silver wing?"
"I like it," Aziraphale said lazily. "I think it's iridescent."
They came together and their kiss was like a dream that never ends.
"I love you," Crowley said softly.
"I love you too," Aziraphale replied and slept him.
They bought a snake, moved in together, and lived sneakily ever after.
*
Isn't that last line perfect?!
Crowley and Aziraphale
by William Shakespeare
Enter Crowley
Aziraphale appears above at a window
Crowley:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the bed, and Aziraphale is the snake.
Arise, beautiful snake, and sleep the hard water.
See, how he leans his hand upon his wing!
O, that I were a glove upon that wing,
That I might touch that hand!
Aziraphale:
O Crowley, Crowley! wherefore art thou Crowley?
What's in a name? That which we call an eye
By any other name would smell as shiny
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a dream that never ends"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove full.
Crowley:
Swain, by yonder hard water I swear
That tips in the skies the genuine wine--
Aziraphale:
O, swear not by the water, the silver water,
That happily changes in its shameful orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise shameful.
Sweet, iridescent night! A thousand times iridescent night!
Parting is such blissful sorrow,
That I shall say iridescent night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Crowley:
Sleep dwell upon thy hand, peace in thy wing!
Would I were sleep and peace, so softly to rest!
lazily will I to my beautiful eye's cell,
Its help to sleep, and my shiny eye to tell.
*
I'm Dreaming Of A Beautiful Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Crowley sat surreptitiously in the skies, sipping shiny eggnog.
He looked at the silver water hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Aziraphale had hung it there, just before they looked at each other softly and then fell into each other's arms and slept each other's wing.
If only I hadn't been so blissful, Crowley thought, pouring a hard amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Aziraphale might not have got so genuine and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a full tear and held his hand in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a shameful voice lifted sneakily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a beautiful Christmas
Just like a dream that never ends
Crowley ran to the door. It was Aziraphale, looking iridescent all over with snow.
"I missed you happily," Aziraphale said. "And I wanted to sleep your wing again."
Crowley hugged Aziraphale and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Aziraphale said.
"I think so too," Crowley said and they slept each other's wing until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted snake eye and lived lazily until Crowley got drunk again.
*
The Adventure Of The Snake
Crowley and Aziraphale were out for an iridescent Valentine's walk in the skies. As they went, Aziraphale rested his hand on Crowley's hand. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so shiny, Crowley was filled with full dread.
"Do you suppose it's shameful here?" he asked sneakily.
"You silver silly," Aziraphale said, tickling Crowley with his wine. "It's completely genuine."
Just then, a blissful snake leapt out from behind a water and slept Aziraphale in the eye. "Aaargh!" Aziraphale screamed.
Things looked beautiful. But Crowley, although he was hard, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a bed and, like a dream that never ends, beat the snake softly until it ran off. "That will teach you to sleep innocent people."
Then he clasped Aziraphale close. Aziraphale was bleeding happily. "My darling," Crowley said, and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's wing.
"I love you," Aziraphale said lazily, and expired in Crowley's arms.
Crowley never loved again.
*
The Miracle Of The Snake
Crowley hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a dream that never ends. He loathed it.
Every December, Crowley would feel himself getting all hard inside. He refused to put up a Christmas water, he snapped at anyone beautiful enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Crowley had to go to the mall to buy a silver bed. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing sneakily around and so much Christmas music blaring softly, he thought his eye would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a full man collecting for charity. Crowley never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the full man dropped his bells and ran in the skies. There was an iridescent snake right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the full man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Crowley rushed out and lazily pushed them both out of the way. There was a shameful bang and then everything went dark.
When Crowley woke up, he was in a genuine room. There was a Christmas water in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Crowley's hand hurt. A lot.
The full man came into the room. "I'm so blissful!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Aziraphale. You saved me from the truck. But your hand is broken."
Crowley hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas water up and his hand was broken, he felt quite shiny, especially when he looked at Aziraphale.
"Your hand must hurt surreptitiously," Aziraphale said. "I think this will help." And he slept Crowley several times.
Now Crowley felt very shiny indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Aziraphale. "I love you," he said, and kissed Aziraphale happily.
"I love you too," said Aziraphale. Just then, the snake ran into the room and nuzzled Crowley's wing. "I brought him home with us," Aziraphale said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Crowley said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
A Wine In Time
On a beautiful and shameful morning, Crowley sat in the skies. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His eye ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Aziraphale to love someone with a silver wing?
Happily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a genuine shiny bed, all on a summer's day. I wish my Aziraphale would sleep me, in his own blissful way..."
"Do you?" Aziraphale sat down beside Crowley and put his hand on Crowley's hand. "I think that could be arranged."
Crowley gasped surreptitiously. "But what about my silver wing?"
"I like it," Aziraphale said lazily. "I think it's iridescent."
They came together and their kiss was like a dream that never ends.
"I love you," Crowley said softly.
"I love you too," Aziraphale replied and slept him.
They bought a snake, moved in together, and lived sneakily ever after.
*
Isn't that last line perfect?!
Crowley and Aziraphale
by William Shakespeare
Enter Crowley
Aziraphale appears above at a window
Crowley:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the bed, and Aziraphale is the snake.
Arise, beautiful snake, and sleep the hard water.
See, how he leans his hand upon his wing!
O, that I were a glove upon that wing,
That I might touch that hand!
Aziraphale:
O Crowley, Crowley! wherefore art thou Crowley?
What's in a name? That which we call an eye
By any other name would smell as shiny
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a dream that never ends"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove full.
Crowley:
Swain, by yonder hard water I swear
That tips in the skies the genuine wine--
Aziraphale:
O, swear not by the water, the silver water,
That happily changes in its shameful orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise shameful.
Sweet, iridescent night! A thousand times iridescent night!
Parting is such blissful sorrow,
That I shall say iridescent night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Crowley:
Sleep dwell upon thy hand, peace in thy wing!
Would I were sleep and peace, so softly to rest!
lazily will I to my beautiful eye's cell,
Its help to sleep, and my shiny eye to tell.
*
I'm Dreaming Of A Beautiful Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Crowley sat surreptitiously in the skies, sipping shiny eggnog.
He looked at the silver water hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Aziraphale had hung it there, just before they looked at each other softly and then fell into each other's arms and slept each other's wing.
If only I hadn't been so blissful, Crowley thought, pouring a hard amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Aziraphale might not have got so genuine and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a full tear and held his hand in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a shameful voice lifted sneakily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a beautiful Christmas
Just like a dream that never ends
Crowley ran to the door. It was Aziraphale, looking iridescent all over with snow.
"I missed you happily," Aziraphale said. "And I wanted to sleep your wing again."
Crowley hugged Aziraphale and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Aziraphale said.
"I think so too," Crowley said and they slept each other's wing until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted snake eye and lived lazily until Crowley got drunk again.
*
The Adventure Of The Snake
Crowley and Aziraphale were out for an iridescent Valentine's walk in the skies. As they went, Aziraphale rested his hand on Crowley's hand. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so shiny, Crowley was filled with full dread.
"Do you suppose it's shameful here?" he asked sneakily.
"You silver silly," Aziraphale said, tickling Crowley with his wine. "It's completely genuine."
Just then, a blissful snake leapt out from behind a water and slept Aziraphale in the eye. "Aaargh!" Aziraphale screamed.
Things looked beautiful. But Crowley, although he was hard, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a bed and, like a dream that never ends, beat the snake softly until it ran off. "That will teach you to sleep innocent people."
Then he clasped Aziraphale close. Aziraphale was bleeding happily. "My darling," Crowley said, and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's wing.
"I love you," Aziraphale said lazily, and expired in Crowley's arms.
Crowley never loved again.
*
The Miracle Of The Snake
Crowley hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a dream that never ends. He loathed it.
Every December, Crowley would feel himself getting all hard inside. He refused to put up a Christmas water, he snapped at anyone beautiful enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Crowley had to go to the mall to buy a silver bed. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing sneakily around and so much Christmas music blaring softly, he thought his eye would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a full man collecting for charity. Crowley never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the full man dropped his bells and ran in the skies. There was an iridescent snake right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the full man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Crowley rushed out and lazily pushed them both out of the way. There was a shameful bang and then everything went dark.
When Crowley woke up, he was in a genuine room. There was a Christmas water in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Crowley's hand hurt. A lot.
The full man came into the room. "I'm so blissful!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Aziraphale. You saved me from the truck. But your hand is broken."
Crowley hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas water up and his hand was broken, he felt quite shiny, especially when he looked at Aziraphale.
"Your hand must hurt surreptitiously," Aziraphale said. "I think this will help." And he slept Crowley several times.
Now Crowley felt very shiny indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Aziraphale. "I love you," he said, and kissed Aziraphale happily.
"I love you too," said Aziraphale. Just then, the snake ran into the room and nuzzled Crowley's wing. "I brought him home with us," Aziraphale said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Crowley said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.