TheExquisiteCorpse



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    “Crowley.”

    “Angel.”

    “What's wrong?”

    Crowley fidgets. “You can be really annoying sometimes, you know that." Aziraphale holds his silence. “I’m not… hurt.”

    “But you,” Aziraphale starts, then bites his lip. “You keep… flinching. Is it—has it always…?”

    “What?” Crowley’s face is really so lovingly expressive. “No! No, you—you’re fine. It’s me.”

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale says, exasperated, “explain.”

    “I, er, drank some poison. On accident.”

    “Oh! You should have told me earlier! What is it—do you need—“

    “Aziraphale. I’m not dying. But I,” and he swallows, and falls silent again.

    “Would you like me to guess?”

    “No! How would that be helpful? No.”

    “Well what is it then?”

    Crowley grumbles something. Aziraphale is quickly coming to the end of his very, very long, almost endless patience—he steps forward and grabs Crowley’s wrist and Crowley makes a noise.

    It all goes very still. Aziraphale stays frozen in place, staring at Crowley with wide eyes.

    “Are you,” he starts.

    “You’re not hurting me,” Crowley mumbles, his face in his hands. Aziraphale makes an inquisitive noise. “I said, you’re not hurting me.”

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    Crowley had always garbed himself like an expensive, Gothically-inclined rent boy; and moreover, Aziraphale had known him for several thousand years and had never known him go anywhere cramped or sweaty unless he was on the job.

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    Three Times Aziraphale Stalked Crowley In Gay Clubs And One Time He Moped At Wilde’s Grave

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    “On the matter of touch,” Crowley begins, waving his teaspoon in what he hopes passes for idle curiosity. “Thoughts?”

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    For two ineffable husbands, they don't really touch each other much. Here is a story on why that might be.

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    “Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault.

    Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap.

    When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks.

    Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

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    God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.

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