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goe_modTitle: Worth It This Time
Recipient: wanderingalice
Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (themes of grief and mortality)
Pairing: Aziraphale & Crowley; Aziraphale/Crowley (technically pre-getting together)
Notes: My recipient’s prompt involves Aziraphale noticing an increase in Crowley’s tendency to cover his eyes, with the implication that Crowley increasingly feels the need to hide his emotions, especially his feelings toward Aziraphale. This is a historical piece, a small snapshot framing the greater trend of Crowley hiding behind his glasses. Apologies for this gift’s lateness within the scope of GOHE, but I ended up (very gladly) doing it as a pinch hit. I wish you a very Happy New Year, wanderingalice, even if this fic is wistful!
Summary/Teaser:
Crowley didn’t seem to appreciate Aziraphale tossing rocks at his shutters before nine o’clock.
Crowley squinted at Aziraphale, leaning on the windowsill. “What the devil’s got you up so early? This isn’t one of Will’s rom coms.”
“Will,” Aziraphale said dourly, but resisted the urge to add the devil, too, given I’m standing here talking to you. “He’s fallen ill.”
Crowley blinked down at him sadly. “He’s been ill, angel. It was a matter of time.”
“Yes, but one of our colleagues thinks he’s taken a turn for the worse,” Aziraphale said, shifting uneasily. “He signed his will a few weeks ago.”
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Recipient: wanderingalice
Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (themes of grief and mortality)
Pairing: Aziraphale & Crowley; Aziraphale/Crowley (technically pre-getting together)
Notes: My recipient’s prompt involves Aziraphale noticing an increase in Crowley’s tendency to cover his eyes, with the implication that Crowley increasingly feels the need to hide his emotions, especially his feelings toward Aziraphale. This is a historical piece, a small snapshot framing the greater trend of Crowley hiding behind his glasses. Apologies for this gift’s lateness within the scope of GOHE, but I ended up (very gladly) doing it as a pinch hit. I wish you a very Happy New Year, wanderingalice, even if this fic is wistful!
Summary/Teaser:
Crowley didn’t seem to appreciate Aziraphale tossing rocks at his shutters before nine o’clock.
Crowley squinted at Aziraphale, leaning on the windowsill. “What the devil’s got you up so early? This isn’t one of Will’s rom coms.”
“Will,” Aziraphale said dourly, but resisted the urge to add the devil, too, given I’m standing here talking to you. “He’s fallen ill.”
Crowley blinked down at him sadly. “He’s been ill, angel. It was a matter of time.”
“Yes, but one of our colleagues thinks he’s taken a turn for the worse,” Aziraphale said, shifting uneasily. “He signed his will a few weeks ago.”
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