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    For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

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    There had been a time when he’d gloated at the prospect of being a knight in shining armour, determined and morally above almost everyone. Now he knows he’d been lying to himself, disguising self-loathing as virtuous superiority.

    Stripped of his faith for the Lord he’d been shamelessly thrown back at himself, only to find that there was nothing there.

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    Tedesco reaches up blindly to grab his biceps, groaning in pleasure and pain, but Aldo has him trapped and he's not letting go now. He sucks hard at his neck, with the intention of leaving bright marks, not caring that they’re going to be above the other’s collar.
    Let them see, he thinks, that I can do this to him. Let him stand in front of his followers to preach venom while he still has my marks on him.

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  5. Public Bookmark 34

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    You reached for my glass to pour me some wine, and in doing so, brushed my hand for a half-second with your ring finger. Only, it was not the back of my palm that you brushed, but my sloping knuckles; this is when I knew that it was the cut of my jaw you really wanted to touch, that you had chosen to indicate you wanted it with the finger used by many to display the glinting vow of marriage. You poured, and I watched, and the tranquil waters of your eyes stilled their rippling before me, and you were swiftly and silently taking me as your wife. At long last and yet far too soon, only for tonight and yet once and for all, in a century which was at once so impatiently modern and so soothingly traditional.

    Or: In the 1750s, Crowley stumbles upon Aziraphale at a country inn, away from the hustle and bustle and the prying eyes of London town. The most romantic of afternoons ensues, and so begins a journey which will change both beings forever.

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