princip1914:If you know me, you know I’m in love with Crowley’s 2010s look. I like to th

princip1914:

If you know me, you know I’m in love with Crowley’s 2010s look. I like to think this is an illustration of a stolen moment, perhaps right after reporting to Heaven and Hell respectively. They get off the No. 19 bus, each at a different stop so as not to arouse suspicion, Crowley first then Aziraphale. Crowley saunters down the street, hands in his pockets, and pretends to be looking at all the window displays of this seasons’ fashions. Aziraphale walks briskly to catch him, and tells himself that is not why he is walking briskly. They meet again in front of Harrods. “When do you have to go back to the Dowlings?”

“Six tonight, Warlock needs his supper.”

“Not much time then.”

There’s isn’t much time, not for them or for anyone else. The world is ending in a scant few years, after all. But Crowley follows Aziraphale to the bookshop all the same, lets him take his sunglasses in one trembling hand, leans into him with a desperation that is too dangerous to be put into words…