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Crowley’s long nails tapped against the tablet, golden eyes flickering from the table and up to Aziraphale. The angel who was enjoying a plateful of oysters. Why did he come? It was Aziraphale who invited him, but the sickening pit in his stomach only lingered without the comfort of being alone to wallow.
“Craw-Crowley?”
Crowley looked up in surprise, how long had Aziraphale been calling his name?
“Wha? Yeah?”
Aziraphale swallowed down another oyster with a delightful hum. “Are you okay dear? You’ve been looking down all day.”
Of course, Aziraphale would notice, but what if he found it stupid? He was ‘just a demon’ after-all.
“The tempting has just been tiring.” Was all Crowley muttered out, below him a plate of untouched oysters.
“Hmm? You said it was just a quick temptation.”
“I know what I said.” Crowley snapped, Aziraphale grew silent and waited for further explanation.
“It, it’s nothing angel.” The demon continued in a lower tone, head in his hands. Aziraphale stared at Crowley for a moment before reaching his hand over to the demon’s, gently encasing his fingers around the other’s.
“What was the temptation?” Aziraphale finally asked, Crowley’s hand tightened around Aziraphale’s. His head lowered as he sighed. Worry grew in Aziraphale’s chest.
“It was, more then just a temptation. I was getting told I was ‘slacking’, that I had to do more. So I did.”
“So, you did? Did what exactly, Crowley?”
“The, the crops burnt down. The farmers won’t have any crops this year.” Crowley muttered, his eyes thin slits as they glare downward to the floor.
“You know, just demon things.”
Aziraphale stared at him, gripping the others’ hand tighter.
“That seems like you’re more than tired from that.”
Crowley shrugged. “You can have my oysters.” Was all he said and pushed his plate towards Aziraphale.
“I’m not hungry.”
Aziraphale stared at the plate while Crowley’s words lingered in his thoughts. But then his blue eyes gleamed with an idea.
“Well, it is my job to thwart your plans.”
Crowley looked up to the angel. “Hm?”
“I think I have a plan, that should cheer you up my dear.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
Aziraphale kept watch out the window as Crowley snuck inside the Emperor’s kitchen.
“Could you gather the supplies any faster?” Aziraphale whispered, nerves spiking with the footsteps of guards approaching.
“We could just use a miracle.” Crowley snapped back.
“We can’t go using our miracles, Gabriel will get upset.”
“No one gives a shit about that wanker.”
Aziraphale rolls his eyes as Crowley approaches him, arms holding onto bags of food.
“Well, I give…. I care about my job. Now, shall we?” Aziraphale checked for guards before letting his wings spread, jumping from the top of the tower to float down. Crowley close behind him.
Under the stars, an angel and a demon watched over the Roman empire from the view of the hilltop, sharing a drink after their successful night.
“You stole from humans, I gifted food, neither side will have a clue.” Aziraphale smiled and looked over to Crowley. The demon watched over the small houses, the families who’ll waken to a meal.
“Yeah, yeah.” Was all Crowley said with a small smile as he looked up at the stars, glistening in his eyes. Aziraphale placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled warmly.
“Hey, thanks angel. I appreciate the help.” Crowley whispered, knowing Aziraphale would hear it. Cheeks tinting a shade of red regardless.
“Just doing my job as an angel.” Aziraphale replied and leaned closer to place a kiss on Crowley’s head.
“Ngk!”
Aziraphale chuckled and leaned back against the grass of the hill, pulling Crowley to lay beside him. For a demon, Crowley is the one that huddles under the soft plushness of Aziraphale’s arm.
“We don’t bring this up to anyone.” Crowley says with a yawn. A tender hand brushed through his hair.
“Of course, Crowley.” Aziraphale looked up at the stars, the stars that this demon had once helped hung in the sky. Stars as beautiful as the man-shaped demon in his arms.
“You know Crowley, you really can be such a nice person.” He said and looked down, only to find that Crowley had fallen asleep before he could hear. Maybe it’s for the best, being such a wicket demon is tiring work.
