𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 - 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Part Eight: Dinner For Two

Part Eight: Dinner For Two

That evening at exactly 5:56 Aziraphale rushed out the door. He was dressed in what he normally wore, although he had spent a while in the mirror making sure to miracle out every little wrinkle, crease, and ruffle from his clothes and clean up the pocket watch Crowley had given him several years back.

Aziraphale walked up to Crowley's flat. He stood at the door step gently pressing his finger against the snake-coiled doorbell beside the entrance. Moments later Crowley opened up the door for the angel looking down at him through dark glasses. His tall slim form was dressed in a black button-up, slipped into a pair of slim black jeans. His sleeves were rolled up with light flower dusting hugged along the creases. It was clear that he had been well dressed perhaps an hour prior although making dinner had taken a toll on his prior ensemble.

"Hey, come on in," Crowley said, stepping aside from the door and leaving room for Aziraphale.

"Thank you!" Aziraphale smiled sweetly, holding back a small chuckle as he walked in. He slipped off his beige shoes and set them down neatly beside the door.

"Make yourself at home I'll have dinner out in a bit," Crowley announced before sauntering off to the kitchen.

(Hehe sauntering)

The angel's smile lingered as he slowly looked around the room. It had been years since he had last been in Crowley's flat. It was different than the last time he was there, the feeling and setup were very similar although none of the furniture was recognizable. Little did Aziraphale know this was because all of the furniture was new.

Aziraphale walked around the flat slowly admiring the prestigious way it was kept. The space was fancy, well kept, and hardly looked as though it was lived in except for the plant room and balcony where Crowley did most of his art and people-watching. Though now it looked far more homey overall than it had several years prior.

Aziraphale walked over to the balcony, carefully looking over the railing at people going about their days strolling in and out of Barkley Square and along the sidewalk.

The sweet smell of crepes, fresh-cut strawberries, and wine filled the air as Crowley set everything out on the table and cleaned up the kitchen. He went to his room and swiftly freshened himself up. He put on a new, deep red dress shirt. Over top, he wore small braids adorned with dangling jewelry as well as draping star earrings.

Crowley walked out of his room and out to the balcony two glasses of wine cupped in his hands. He leaned against the railing beside Aziraphale and handed him one of the glasses. Aziraphale's gaze wandered to the demon, a soft smile pressing against his rosy cheeks as he carefully took the glass.

"Thank you dear," the angel spoke, marveling at the deep tones of red the wine held.

"Of course," Crowley grinned before taking a long sip of wine.

A comfortable silence fell between the two as they stood looking over the town and its bustling crowd.

"Do you ever just suddenly have that pressing realization of how far we have come?" Aziraphale asked, looking out at the horizon, and taking a small sip of wine.

"All the time, it's odd, we have been dancing around one another for countless years and it's all led us to this moment. Makes you wonder what god is planning if she has even an ounce of control," Crowley uttered, staring down into his wine in thought.

"Maybe she does, or, maybe some things are just meant to be as they are and work the way they do despite the longing of god."

"I like to think so." the demon said, gazing up at Aziraphale, a small grin pressing along his thin lips.

A moment of silence fell between the two.

"Do you think god planned for this?" Aziraphale questioned, lightly gesturing between himself and the other as he spoke, his gaze finally meeting the other as he did so.

"I don't know," Crowley said calmly, swirling the wine within his glass, "but I'm grateful it happened."

A sweet smile crept onto Aziraphale's cheeks, he glanced back out onto the street and took a sip of his wine. The two stood for a while in one another's presence.

Crowley stood up straight leaning back off the railing and clearing his throat before he spoke, "Dinner is probably getting cold."

Aziraphale nodded happily and walked in with the other. The two sat down at the furnished wood table, Aziraphale topping off their glasses and Crowley lighting various candles sat the center of the adorned table. Aziraphale ate some crepes with joy, lighting up like the stars Crowley had helped bring to life with each indulgent bite. Crowley admired these small reactions, his gaze flickering from the angel to the candle's distinctive flames. The two sat and talked for countless hours once again, indulging in one another's presents like the air they breathe.

Author: I know this one is much shorter than usual, I've had quite a bit on my plate but I'll do my best to publish more often. Take careeeee <3

(I was listening to Hozier and Lovage while writing this so if you need good music to listen to while reading this fic in the future that is always a good option)