Aziraphale found himself in the 1940's after centuries of roaming around what would later be known as Europe. He hadn't gone to the later americas.. he wouldn't risk that. The people over there? He shivered and shrugged off the thought.
He'd gotten intel of some books that the Germans had held in their grasp and found himself currently in a church surrounded by men.
It had gone bad fast.
One moment he'd been there trying to strike a deal and the next... well now he had weapons pointed at his head. He couldn't be discorporated now. He hadn't told Crowley yet.
Then the Angel choked on a sob. Of course he hadn't. He'd never find the nerve and he didn't know if Crowley even reciprocated.
He doubted it.
"Hey Angel! Long time no see!"
What? No one else called him Angel. No one else had that smooth voice. Crowley!!
"CROWLEY?"
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Ineffably enticing
RomanceCrowley had never really intended to get himself so acquainted with the angel, never intended to fall a second time, but everything about them was enticing. so, so enticing.
