Ok so I have seen many things about Aziraphale and Oscar Wilde but I decided to do this because I'm VERY sad because of alicerovi on Instagram ( check them out) cause they did this comic and it's v sad. It's set in Victorian and if you didn't know oscar Wilde is and Irish poet and play righter. I'm going to do s similar thing to the smol Crowley one I did and write about the images up to the latest update. :) Note: I have missed a lot of parts because I don't wanna put in the whole thing so I showed key events :)
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Crowley, after a rather brutal argument that had ended in tears, had decided to buy his angel some flowers- he had told him that he had other people to 'fraternise' with and had told the angel to leave. He felt awful. He nervously approached the ancient looking door of his humble book shop. He panicked- come on Crowley, on the count of three. One, two, three. He concluded mentally as he opened the door.
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He was greeted by a sight that made him loose every ounce of hope, and faith left inside of his human vessel, and his black soul. He saw Aziraphale standing with a man in a dapper purple suit, his hair long, and dark. He elegantly kissed Aziraphale, just like Crowley had dreamt- his dream was now seemingly impossible to achieve. If only he handle been such an ass earlier, maybe Aziraphale wouldn't have done this. Well, that's what he thought anyway.
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