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Aziraphale

He's so different when he's asleep. More peaceful, and not nearly as angry. His head rests in my lap, and he breathes softly, his chest rising and falling just a little bit. Poor thing. He practically passed out on me earlier, exhausted from his work. He pushes himself too hard, and I try to tell him not to, but it seems that the only one who cares about his well-being at all is me.

We're sitting in front of the fire in our living room, me gently stroking his hair, him curled up on me. I gaze fondly at his face, taking in every detail. His lips, his closed eyes, his slight frown. He shifts slightly and a strand of brown hair falls into his face. I lightly brush it away, and his eyes flicker open.

"What are you looking at, Angel?" he mumbles sleepily. A small smile creeps onto my face.

"You look beautiful when you're asleep, do you know that?" I whisper back. He just chuckles lightly. Of course he knows. "Come on. Let's get you somewhere more comfy." I help him onto the sofa and cuddle up next to him, tugging a blanket over us. I rest my hand on his cheek and gaze into his yellow eyes.

"I love you, Crowley."

"I love you too, Azi."



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