Aziraphale nodded and rested his head against Crowley’s, their brows touching. Crowley ten
Aziraphale nodded and rested his head against Crowley’s, their brows touching. Crowley tensed - he had never liked physical affection of any kind - but didn’t pull away. Swallowing, Aziraphale struggled to gather his swirling thoughts. "Crowley, don’t go - ask Hastur to send someone else,“ he said, opening his eyes again, somewhat relieved to find that his vision was cleared and his voice stronger. "What are you talking about?” "Something terrible is going to happen …I don’t know how I know, but please - don’t go to Japan.“ Commissioned by @whiskerdrops for her incredibly gripping fic, the Archer of Serpents! (Go read it here and have the time of your life!)Thank you so much again for commissioning me! -- source link
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