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“Hello, Angel!” Crowley called out as he walked into the bookshop, said angel was nowhere in sight but the distinct humming that floated through the air and the fireplace crackling told the demon that the celestial being did not stray very far from his bookshop.
“In the back, my dear.” Came the familiar voice, “I’ll be there in a moment.” He continued, and Crowley could hear the thump of books being set down on one of the tables that had been placed there. Crowley surveyed the surroundings, fiddling with an assortment of figurines that had been set out as decoration.
He smiled as he heard gentle footsteps behind him, “I was wondering if you wanted to…” He began, turning around and freezing as any thoughts of dinner and walk in St. James’ Park were thrown from the proverbial window at the sight of Aziraphale’s current state of dress. While the demon had grown accustomed and almost appreciative of the tartan clothes he often adorned, it was the added accessory of a hideous bow beneath his chin that had caught the demon off guard. “WHat-” he gasped, voice breaking as he pointed a long, lanky finger at the atrocious strip of cloth, “...is that?” he asked, head dipping as he peered at Aziraphale over the rim of his glasses, as if it were the cause of the illusion that played out in from of him and the angel had not in fact been wearing the worst thing in fashion since corsets.
Aziraphale’s eyebrows furrowed, almost hurt before a blinding smile plastered itself to his face, “Why, it’s a bow tie.” He explained, hands coming up to fiddle with the wings as his hips shimmied. Any other time, Crowley wouldn’t hesitate to drink in the sight of him when giddy with excitement, but it had seemed that horrid… thing around the angel’s neck was enough to damper his usual excitement. “Quite fashion forward these days.” Aziraphale added.
“Yeah, no.” Crowley replied, waving his hand as if trying to miracle the forsaken wardrobe add on from existence, but fortune (nor favor) was rarely on his side and the bow tie stayed firmly in place. “I know what it is , Angel.” Crowley continued, hand coming to rub at his face with more force than what was necessary. “The humans stopped wearing them about a month ago, I’m afraid.” he met Aziraphale’s gaze once more, his blue eyes wide and a small frown replacing what was once the radiant, dazzling smile that could outshine the very stars he had created.
He looked down once more before lifting his gaze back to that of the demon’s, “You don’t like it?” He asked, voice small as he shuffled in place. Crowley cursed to himself, closing the distance between them to put a comforting hand on Aziraphale’s shoulder.
“No, of courssse not, Angel.” Crowley found himself saying, the little white lie sliding off of his tongue before he could halt it, “You make it look very…” he paused, searching desperately for the right word, “...enticing.” he settled on, hands sliding down his shoulder to rest on plush hips. “Graceful, even.” Crowley added, his heart all but leaping out of his chest as Aziraphale smiled, a wiggle to his posture as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the demon’s cheek. The action so quick that before Crowley could process what had just transpired, Aziraphale was pulling away from him and walking past Crowley as he miracled the blinds closed.
“Now,” Aziraphale said, turning to look at the demon once more, “What was the reason for the visit?”