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Crowley scowled, neck arching down as his eyes looked above the rim of his glasses at the offending sky. Of course it would rain. Of course. Because of course one of the few times he was able to stroll around London with not only the Angel by his side but the stars he created shining bright above them. Only to be quickly officiated by storm clouds and the roars of thunder of the park.
“Sorry ‘bout that Angel.” Crowley began, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, “Didn't expect it to rain tonight.” He had plans, for hell's sake. He knew that Aziraphale would enjoy the view tonight, a meteor shower planned and a full moon with a view of alpha centauri. What would be more perfect than that? And he let him get his hopes up. And it rained.
“S’alright, my dear.” Aziraphale replied, an umbrella appearing in his hand as he opened it above them. Crowley stepped closer to him, shuffling almost dramatically into Aziraphale side so as to not get drenched as the rain began to pour down. And somehow, by some miracle, either demonic or angelic, the umbrella continued to shield them.
It was nice, Crowley hated to admit. The smell of petrichor and the sound of the rain against the world around them. The streetlights glowing in a haze as the ground around their feet stayed dried. Birds chirping in the trees, quick to gather their young back into the nest and wait out the rain.
And Crowley hated to admit that maybe this was just as nice as the evening he had originally planned.
“It’s like old times, isn’t it?” Aziraphale voiced, Crowley doing a double take as he glanced over at him. Aziraphale’s eyes half lidded as he stared at him with a soft smile. “Like that day in the garden.” He continued, looking out at the scene before them.
And Crowley smiled, “I think it’s better.” He said and Aziraphale agreed with him, slowly leaning closer to the demon.
They’d make their way back to the bookshop, light a fire, and drink, falling asleep in a tangle of limbs on Aziraphale’s couch. And if somewhere between then and now Aziraphale kissed him? Well? Only the rain was their witness. Like it always was.