Seven hundred years she waited, A note tacked to the door
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angel-and-dear:

thebluephonebox:

angel-and-dear:

thebluephonebox:

Ha that’s cute. *She smirks at the blush. She tilts her head to the side* You are so very pretty don’t you know, my sweet angel. *She stood up, invading his personal space* 

*seems more embarrassed by the compliment than by the sudden lack of personal space* Th-thank you…you’re…you’re rather beautiful yourself. *shy smile*

Do you like sweets, Aziraphale? *She rests her chin on his chest and looks up at him, sliding her arms around his torso*

*starting to feel a bit uncomfortable* Y-yes…?

*passes him the jawbreaker* So do I.

  1. thebluephonebox reblogged this from angel-and-dear and added:
    *She covers her face with her hand and walks away but as soon as she hears the door close she lets the hand drop* Easy.
  2. angel-and-dear reblogged this from thebluephonebox and added:
    All right, all right. *backs off* I’ll…I’ll just go then. *backs carefully into the flat* I’ll…I’ll see you later....
  3. wasfledglingcasbutisnotnow said: ((OH NO. It’s like Shakespeare plays— it can’t just be a decision-triangle, it has to be a decision square!))
  4. angel-and-dear posted this