Rowan

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Me today at Market:

"You don't need to." Crowley says, his breath hitching just a bit. "But I want to." Audax says, turning in Crowley's arms so they're facing each other. "I need you to know that I understand. You're always going to miss...who I used to be, even if it's just a little."
"...yeah."

There is more!

"I love you too." Crowley says, understanding the hidden meaning behind the words. "You. Audax. My bewildering, adorable, silly little Spider. Okay?" He tightens his grip just enough to make Audax squeak a little in surprise. "I wish I could apologize a hundred times for how I acted."

For a long while, though, he would look at himself in the mirror, trying with all his might to recall what 'Angel' had looked like. There was nothing. Audax couldn't bring even the faintest memory to the surface.
"Audax?" Crowley's concerned voice brought him out of his thoughts.

Though it wasn't easy, those first few--well, months, if Audax is being honest with himself. Oh, Crowley stopped being downright cold and dismissive to him fairly quickly, but it took much longer for Crowley to stop automatically referring to Audax by...the other name.

I love!!!

"Crowley you're...boohhoooo...you're so good...wahh...you're so good to me..."

Aziraphale: *Blubbing* Okay

"And tea!"
"Of course tea. Can't have cake without tea."

Aziraphale nodding while still crying

"Opera and ballet are staples of the arts, Crowley!"
"I know, Angel, I know."

Crowley, patting Aziraphale's shoulder as he rants: I know, Angel, I know.

"That's one thing you never lost, Spider." Crowley says, coming up and gently embracing Audax from behind. "Whoever you were, you always had this insatiable desire to learn about the world around you." He rests his chin on Audax's shoulder. "It's why I love you."

"Could you perhaps close off a section of the living room?" Aziraphale offers. "It would allow you to do your stone and wax work, plus give me a chance to watch you." Crowley looks thoughtful.
"Maybe? Be even better if you had another room, though. One with a big window."

"Wouldn't be the first cold night I'd slept on the street, but thank you all the same." Aziraphale says as they head out of the cafe and back towards the hotel. "Perhaps that's something you could raise awareness of- how poorly managed many shelters are."

Drop something red

"Trees do tend to stay rather still, yes." Audax says with a laugh. "And your grandmothers were very wise, little spider." He lets out a strand of web from his hand, and Charlie climbs on. "Like you are."

"And a good dusting." Aziraphale says, looking around. "I could call someone, have them in by..."
"No." Crowley says decidedly. "I'll do it. It'll be relaxing for me, to get it into decent shape. Then maybe we can go desk shopping."

"Sounds wonderful." Aziraphale says, standing up. "Oh, and...thank you. Not only for the coffee, but for trusting me."
"Yeah, of course." Crowley says with a smile.

Same!

LMAOOO

Found my old fanfic dot net profile and I think the funniest thing on there is me being adamant that I will never ever write slash fic

Indeed.

Oh by the by, if you want a WEIRD and also CREEPY Florida story, look up Carl Tanzler.

"As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."

Me too! "Let's blow up this giant animal! Oh no, giant animal parts are now raining down on us!"

Crazy stories both

"Oh, you're having the fish? Did you ever hear about the time a whale beached itself in California and they had the bright idea to blow it up to get rid of the corpse? Yeah, it...really didn't go as planned. Oh, and then there was the time in Florida where a python tried to eat a gator and exploded.