[As long as they both stay far away from the demon and angel, Crowley could careless what happens. Just as long as he and Aziraphale can continue to spend their time on Earth without any issues. ]
The restaurant isn't far. Our table should be ready.
[He's very excited about this particular little lunch date, for whatever reason. And anyone who spots them walking down the street so closely arm in arm can easily tell.]
[Over their long time spent together Crowley has caught on that Aziraphale is very fond of surprises. The angel will soon find that the restaurant chosen is top notch. Built with elegance and beauty.
Their table is located outside on a balcony. The weather is perfect and their view is stunning. Crowley knows the angel admires those kind of things. Their table is also set in a private area to where they won't be bothered.]
[ Oh he does so like surprises. Good ones, anyway, and Crowley has always been quite apt at those.
When they step out into the balcony, the angel gasps quietly albeit delightedly over the view, and gives Crowley quite the smile when they are seated.]
[ The lingering look he gives Crowley is filled with adoration and love. There's not that much to that evening that's different from the others, but he's reveling in these feelings. He reaches to put a hand on the demon's, and the moment would last so much longer if a waiter didn't come around to give them their menus.
The loving stare is broken, but the angel doesn't move his hand. ]
[Both the angel and demon have dealt with a great deal recently and Crowley has a keen way of knowing when Aziraphale is a bit ruffled. The angel deserves a night out, a peaceful one.
Aziraphale deserves the universe and more honestly.
The demon's fingers move to gently curl around the angel's own. Casually of course as the two give their order and once the waiter scurries off, his hand remains. ]
I see why the humans make such a fuss about this country.
[It catches Crowley a bit off guard that the angel is so quick to agree. Aziraphale is very protective of his little bookshop and London seems to be his safe place.
[He's sure Aziraphale has to be pretty excited about the wine. Speaking of certain scents that pull the demon in, the angel's always has him locked in.
It should be a sin.
He hasn't noticed just how closely their faces have gotten and how easily it would be to just-]
[ Oh, Crowley has just been a darling all day. And this dinner…and the view…and oh he’s so close, so close, he could just-
They’re politely interrupted by the waiter bringing them their drinks. Aziraphale is startled, suddenly sitting very straight, his face hot. He does mumble some sort of very clumsy thanks to the young man, or what seems like it.]
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Though...where do you reckon they've gone?
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[Harsh but the demon is being honest. ]
They aren't here anymore and thats what matters.
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[ As long as they don't cause any trouble. And, last time they saw them, it didn't look like they wanted to.
He runs his fingers faintly over Crowley's sleeve. Just an idle gesture.]
So where we we going?
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The restaurant isn't far. Our table should be ready.
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[He's very excited about this particular little lunch date, for whatever reason. And anyone who spots them walking down the street so closely arm in arm can easily tell.]
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Their table is located outside on a balcony. The weather is perfect and their view is stunning. Crowley knows the angel admires those kind of things. Their table is also set in a private area to where they won't be bothered.]
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When they step out into the balcony, the angel gasps quietly albeit delightedly over the view, and gives Crowley quite the smile when they are seated.]
Oh, you.
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[One would describe the setting as romantic as much as it were stunning. Over time the demon has caught onto the angel's elegant and posh taste.]
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[ Of course they have the time and opportunities to find the lovelies places, but Crowley really puts in the effort for little moments like this. ]
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Yeah?
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[ The lingering look he gives Crowley is filled with adoration and love. There's not that much to that evening that's different from the others, but he's reveling in these feelings. He reaches to put a hand on the demon's, and the moment would last so much longer if a waiter didn't come around to give them their menus.
The loving stare is broken, but the angel doesn't move his hand. ]
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Aziraphale deserves the universe and more honestly.
The demon's fingers move to gently curl around the angel's own. Casually of course as the two give their order and once the waiter scurries off, his hand remains. ]
I see why the humans make such a fuss about this country.
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When the waiter has left, he looks at Crowley again, and then out at the view.]
Oh, yes. It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?
Even over the centuries, it never lost its splendor.
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[Humans sure have a way with destroying beautiful things. Of course so does Heaven and Hell. Tragic really.
His eyes fall back along the angel, head tilting.]
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He looks over at Crowley, and finally notices. ]
Yes it's-...good.
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Thankfully he can at least admire the glow of the angel. With those bright eyes that have seen many wonderful things but his reactions never change.]
It is.
he is in LOVE your honor
He brushes a thumb across the demon's fingers. ]
Thank you. For bringing me here.
A sweet lamb!
He nods his head, fingers lightly brushing against the angel's own.]
We could stay awhile?
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[ Anyone could see how lovingly he's looking at the demon, the inside of his chest fluttering pleasantly.
Oh, would it be too much to just lean over closer...]
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He places his elbows along the table.]
Really?
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For a while, yes.
[ He instinctively leans forward, just a smidge.]
We could tour the countryside...visit the sea...
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Take in the town, enjoy the night life.
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[ The angel quite clearly looks at the demons lips, close enough to smell his cologne.
Oh, Heavens above.]
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[He's sure Aziraphale has to be pretty excited about the wine. Speaking of certain scents that pull the demon in, the angel's always has him locked in.
It should be a sin.
He hasn't noticed just how closely their faces have gotten and how easily it would be to just-]
Sike
They’re politely interrupted by the waiter bringing them their drinks. Aziraphale is startled, suddenly sitting very straight, his face hot. He does mumble some sort of very clumsy thanks to the young man, or what seems like it.]
Damn human!
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hes real happy for someone who didn't get a smooch
There shall be other opportunities!!!!
ah, fueled by the potential of future smooches
All the smooches!!!! 😈
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