A tablecloth covered the green grass. Cakes, fruits, sandwiches and a bottle of wine were placed on it.
"I can't believe we are finally doing this picnic. It's been almost sixty years since you promised it."
"I was waiting for the perfect moment."
Aziraphale and Crowley looked into each other's eyes and smiled.
The angel raised his glass.
"To the world."
"No." answered Crowley. "To us."
A gentle smile appeared on Aziraphale's lips.
"To us."
The glasses clinked.
The angel leaned towards the demon and their lips touched delicately.
"I love you, wily serpent."
"I love you too, adorable bastard."
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Good Omtober | Drabbles
FanfictionA drabble on Good Omens each day during October 2023. The prompts list is from @/svetowo on Instagram.
