[ 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.]
[ He may be. He may even be adventurous enough to see where the evening takes them.
Aziraphale eats, they drink, conversation falls back in line soon enough. As the sky grows darker, the warm lights of the restaurant come on, and the waiter comes back to check on them and light the small candle on the table. The evening is perfect. ]
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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-]
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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!
He nods his head as a thank you, body falling back against his chair. ]
Bon Appétit!
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Cheers. [ He eyes in the general direction of the waiter until they go back inside. ]
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That is fine wine!
hes real happy for someone who didn't get a smooch
Mmm. Yes. Quite good. Very...smooth.
There shall be other opportunities!!!!
[The demon agrees as he has himself another. Some countries just don't make wine as they used too and it's a pity.
Because this is delicious. ]
ah, fueled by the potential of future smooches
Aziraphale inspects his dish with interest. Takes in the aroma and all. ]
Mmm. Divine.
All the smooches!!!! 😈
Mhmm.
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Aziraphale eats, they drink, conversation falls back in line soon enough. As the sky grows darker, the warm lights of the restaurant come on, and the waiter comes back to check on them and light the small candle on the table. The evening is perfect. ]
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Why can't they do this all the time?
The demon shifts his position, eyes falling back along the content angel. ]
Enjoying yourself, angel?
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The angel dabs his lips with his napkin.]
Oh, immensely. [ And he says it with quite a lot of feeling.] It’s all so perfect.
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