[ Crowley and Aziraphale arrive together. They're dressed in matching Doctor Who costumes, though not the ones you'd think. Crowley is absolutely rocking his kissogram outfit, long red hair let down, while Aziraphale looks relieved to still be in a relatively familiar suit and bow tie, and keeps reaching up to check his fez, looking pleased.
In fact, they both look...uncharacteristically happy. Aziraphale's all sunny smiles most of the time, but tonight he's absolutely beaming, and keeps shooting adoring glances in Crowley's direction. Crowley's pretending to ignore this, but he can't help his lips quirking up every time Aziraphale looks his way.
They're also holding hands, fingers laced tightly together. ]
s'mores
[ Never mind Heaven, this is paradise. Aziraphale's life on Earth had consisted mainly of comfortable old bookshops and posh restaurants, just as soon as the humans had thought to invent such things, and he'd been out of living in tents and into solid buildings with roofs and indoor plumbing the second they were available. He had not for so much as a nanosecond even toyed with the idea of camping for fun.
Which means that this is his very first encounter with s'mores. And my dude he is living. His fingers are a sticky mess, and he keeps laughing and going back for more. Crowley, meanwhile, seems content to sit and just watch Aziraphale eat, gazing at him with a sappy smile whenever he thinks no one is looking. Occasionally he'll roast a marshmallow for Aziraphale, to minimize the time the angel has to wait between one s'more and the next.
But much as he's trying to catch up on a century's worth of s'mores, Aziraphale's just as happy, as always, to share the good news. He grins brightly at anyone who approaches, offering a freshly-assembled s'more. ]
Have you tried these? They're delightful!
pumpkins
[ While Aziraphale's contented himself with (badly) painting his pumpkin, Crowley's decided to go all out. Having already cut the top off and hollowed out the inside of the pumpkin, he's now hard at work carving an intricate design on the front.
He nods at the person across the table, pointing at a small, curved knife. ]
Hand me that one, would you? No, the - the little one, looks like those swords they've got in that one film, the cartoon, you know. Flying carpet.
[ Flawless. ]
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Crowley & Aziraphale | Open
[ Crowley and Aziraphale arrive together. They're dressed in matching Doctor Who costumes, though not the ones you'd think. Crowley is absolutely rocking his kissogram outfit, long red hair let down, while Aziraphale looks relieved to still be in a relatively familiar suit and bow tie, and keeps reaching up to check his fez, looking pleased.
In fact, they both look...uncharacteristically happy. Aziraphale's all sunny smiles most of the time, but tonight he's absolutely beaming, and keeps shooting adoring glances in Crowley's direction. Crowley's pretending to ignore this, but he can't help his lips quirking up every time Aziraphale looks his way.
They're also holding hands, fingers laced tightly together. ]
s'mores
[ Never mind Heaven, this is paradise. Aziraphale's life on Earth had consisted mainly of comfortable old bookshops and posh restaurants, just as soon as the humans had thought to invent such things, and he'd been out of living in tents and into solid buildings with roofs and indoor plumbing the second they were available. He had not for so much as a nanosecond even toyed with the idea of camping for fun.
Which means that this is his very first encounter with s'mores. And my dude he is living. His fingers are a sticky mess, and he keeps laughing and going back for more. Crowley, meanwhile, seems content to sit and just watch Aziraphale eat, gazing at him with a sappy smile whenever he thinks no one is looking. Occasionally he'll roast a marshmallow for Aziraphale, to minimize the time the angel has to wait between one s'more and the next.
But much as he's trying to catch up on a century's worth of s'mores, Aziraphale's just as happy, as always, to share the good news. He grins brightly at anyone who approaches, offering a freshly-assembled s'more. ]
Have you tried these? They're delightful!
pumpkins
[ While Aziraphale's contented himself with (badly) painting his pumpkin, Crowley's decided to go all out. Having already cut the top off and hollowed out the inside of the pumpkin, he's now hard at work carving an intricate design on the front.
He nods at the person across the table, pointing at a small, curved knife. ]
Hand me that one, would you? No, the - the little one, looks like those swords they've got in that one film, the cartoon, you know. Flying carpet.
[ Flawless. ]
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[ Post a prompt or ask for something! You can request Aziraphale, Crowley or both for any prompt. ]