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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he has done this a few times by now, and for some reason is feeling less than enthusiastic about it. Perhaps it's the rain, or the ghosts outside that give him cold chills whenever they go past. Or perhaps he's just tired. He's been practicing more lately, though hasn't seem to have gotten much better.

He somehow manages to keep his expression friendly and open as he faces the mirror, white wings standing out against the gray light coming in behind him]

Hello... My name is Aziraphale, or Mr. Fell, if you prefer. I would like to welcome everyone who has newly arrived-- and I don't envy you having to brave the beastly weather to get here. Still, the clouds will soon part as they say.

I know that many of you must be weary or frightened, or even dare I say, angry, at the situation you have found yourselves thrust into. But if we all work together and combine our efforts and talents, I'm sure that we'll have the Corrosion beaten back in no time. So keep a stiff upper lip and keep moving forward.

And of course, if you need anything, my door is open in the hours listed or by previous appointment.

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[the oh was intriguing, as well as a certain melting of the demon's physique. A lowered shoulder, the rounded curve of his spine. Aziraphale hadn't been entirely serious... But now it was certainly an interesting thought.

He smirked at the temptation, letting his fingers trail along Crowley's neck and throat.]

Oh, I'd be willing to do any number of wicked things. But you're going to give it to me just because I ask for it.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Just because he asked? Disappointment registered as a faint pout and a sideways look at the angel's eyes as he knew he ought to fight against that... giving in too easily would make him vulnerable, betray too much, and all those other demonic sorts of pack minded thoughts that you didn't want to give into anything too easily as it could be used against you later. But those hands trailing down his neck were hotly distracting and that self satisfied smug smirk the angle was wearing was far preferable to that frighteningly Holy-than-humans anger of the other evening. His pout grew but the chocolate was handed over. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he frowned himself and didn't take it, instead kissing Crowley's neck in apology]

I was only teasing, darling. Don't look so glum. [another kiss. And since it's not really something they can recover from, he lifts Crowley's hand and lips the bonbon from his fingers as he ought, delicately sucking the sweetness off fingertips before holding Crowley close and enjoying it]

Hmmmm~ You know you're going to make quite an addict from me. [not talking about the sweets] I hope you're aware.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Appeased he watched in calm fascination as each of his fingertips briefly graced the angel's tongue, but as he was pulled in tighter he chased after the bonbon, taking those chocolate tinged lips with his and savoring the heat of Aziraphale's mouth before snuggling down into the angel's neck like a good little pet demon. He was long and lanky but some how still managed to coil himself into a tight cozy ball. ]

The best things in life are addictive.