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The garden was beautiful. It had snowed during the night and everything was covered in the soft and fluffy looking layer of white snow that sparkled in the sun.
The bare branches of the apple and pear trees and berry bushes around the garden were draped with ice crystals that made them look beautiful as the rays of the sun hit them and they glittered. The whole garden looked magical.
Aziraphale smiled. What a vision the garden was! What made it even more beautiful in the angel’s eyes, was the fact that it was part of the cottage they shared with their beloved demon. The said demon had also carefully planned the garden and planted the trees and bushes and other plants and couraged (or more like threatened) them to grow big and luscious.
Speaking of the demon, this was when Aziraphale heard her excited voice.
”Look, angel! I making a snow angel!”
Aziraphale looked. “Oh dear.”
Crowley was laying on her back in the previously untouched snow and waved her long arms and legs to create a form that kind of looked like an angel if you used a bit of imagination and weren’t an actual angel. Apparently also the only demon with an imagination saw an angel in the dent in the snow.
“Crowley, why ever would you do that?” Aziraphale asked as Crowley got up, careful not to mess up her work of art that was the snow angel. There was snow stuck all over her clothes and hair and it was already starting to melt. Crowley tried to brush and shake it away, but wasn’t very successful.
“Because I wanted to and that’s all the reason I need”, Crowley finally answered and looked at the angel, her eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.
Aziraphale smiled and stepped closer to Crowley. Then they brushed a bit of snow off of Crowley’s shoulders and hair.
“You’ve seen children do that and wanted to try it, is that it?” Aziraphale asked, still smiling.
”Hmpfh”, Crowley answered and crossed her arms. Then she looked at her creation on the ground.
“I think it kind of does look like you, angel.”
“Crowley, you know that’s not what my True Form looks like.”
“Yeah, but there is some similarities if you had your wings out while wearing your corporation and also wore a dress or a robe.”
Aziraphale looked at the angel made of snow again. They didn’t see the resemblance.
“Are you sure it isn’t a snow demon instead?” Aziraphale asked.
Crowley looked at it again, thinking.
“Nah, it’s definitely an angel. It’s beautiful and wonderfully soft, like you.”
”Oh Crowley”, Aziraphale said and tried not to smile fondly. How they loved their ridiculous demon.
To distract themself, Aziraphale glanced around the garden again.
“I admit, the snow does look soft. Well, at least until it melts. Then it’s just wet and cold.”
Right on cue, Crowley started to shiver as the snow on her clothes had melted and made them damp. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself as an effort to stay warm. Winter is cold for everyone, but specially for occult entities that are also basically cold blooded serpents.
“Crowley! Now you’ve made yourself cold!”
“I’m not cold”, Crowley protested, because she was a stubborn demon. ”It is beautiful here, you just keep enjoying the weather and the view.”
”Absolutely not! I cannot enjoy anything whilst knowing you’re freezing! And I will not let you get even more cold. Let’s go inside to warm you up”, Aziraphale ordered and wrapped their left arm around Crowley’s shoulders.
”Fine,” Crowley said, feeling much warmer already. She let her angel lead her inside.
”What would you say to some hot cocoa, blankets and warm snuggles?” Aziraphale asked as they took their coats and scarfs off.
Crowley had no objections to that.
And so Crowley spent rest of the day under soft tartan blanket, comfortably snuggled close to her angel, who sipped hot cocoa and read one of their many books.