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#and i read a fanfic about crowley drawing the little moustache :')
heavenfelled · 9 months
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@softwingedd / aziraphale : closed starter !
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𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. never  a  dull  moment   ...   they  began  with  a  bomb,  and  had  led  to  a  west end dressing room.   shoes  had  long  been  kicked  off  with  a  grunt  and  groan,  ruined  soles  still  ablaze.  he  reclined  upon  the  cramped  sofa,  long  legs  draped  over  the  arm,  socked  feet  dangling.   hat  sat  forward  against  the  bridge  of  their  nose,  concealing   ;   no  prying  amber eyes  within  a  dressing  room. 
minutes  passed  'til  they  cracked  a lid.    '  you  look   -  '    a  pause,  during  which  a  plethora  of  flattery  crossed  their  mind,  only  to  settle  adamantly  upon,    '  ridiculous.  '    the  top  hat  was  a  bit  much.   but   ...   HEAT BLOSSOMED IN HIS CHEEKS.
' it's perfect. ' you're perfect. perhaps it was that heat which prompted the addendum ( or the hopeful gaze aimed their way ; the steadfast invitation from a lighthouse for one lost at sea ). he rose with a wince the moment his feet graced the floor. ' but ... trust that i can improve upon perfection, MISTER FELL. ' confidence that waned with every step, the safe distance between them narrowed to a pin. they took up one of the girls' eye pencils from the vanity - a stark black tip.
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free hand rose to catch the other's chin. ' hold still. ' ironic, considering his was the unsteady hand. head tilted, breath hot upon the angel's face ... lips pursed in concentration ( AIM FOR MY MOUTH ). one curved line drawn slow and ending in a flourish ; its mirror image drawn adjacent. ' there. gorgeous. '
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