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goe_modRecipient: #8, ImprobableDreams900
Title: A Moment Suspended in Sea Spray
Wordcount: 13,400
Rating: T
Warnings: mildly dubious consent, the ark (discussed, but not depicted, child death), mild self-loathing (on par with canon)
Tags: Aziraphale/Crowley, ineffable husbands, mutual pining, wings, wing injury, time travel shenanigans, scene: the ark, angst, hurt/comfort, but the comforted one is also kind of hurt by the comfort, sorry, happy ending
Summary: Green filled his vision in the brief second before he instinctively tucked his head away in his coils. Crawly didn’t think there had ever been anything green and growing in Hell save perhaps a good mold behind Hastur’s knees. Cautiously, he inched the very tip of his nose out of his coils and flicked his tongue.
Growing things. Soil. Apples. The oil left behind by human hands. Something strange and sharp smelling. Under it all, a smell he knew but couldn’t place.
This wasn’t Hell.
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