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    That’s why you decided to drive a scooter to the Downs? You wanted to break laws?”

    “I planned to trespass, too,” Aziraphale said conspiratorially. “Mr. Haverford’s estate has a lovely view of the ocean.”

    Crowley burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it. But Aziraphale blushed and looked twitchy. “I suppose it would seem funny to you,” he muttered.

    “It’s just… angel, you like being the good one.” He ought to, he’d lorded it over Crowley often enough.

    “I can do unexpected things.” Aziraphale turned to face him. His expression was a strange mix of contemplation and terror: a first-time parachute jumper looking out the open door of the plane.

    “I know that, but you don’t–”

    “And I can go fast,” Aziraphale said. His eyes dropped to Crowley’s lips.

    Crowley’s stomach swooped. “Angel–”

    “I can break rules,” Aziraphale whispered. “Especially the ones that don’t make sense anymore.”

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    He left Crawly on the wall, pleading care for the exiled humans, and wandered into the desert, alone. When night fell, he made himself a little fire, and sat hugging his knees and thinking about God, and flaming swords, and apples, and apple-red lips. He stared at the fire, worrying his tongue between his teeth and twisting his fingers, and almost didn’t notice the lonely figure approaching out of the moonless shadows to the west.

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    Aziraphale glances down at the macaron in Crowley’s hand - two blush pink biscuits sandwich a layer of swirled white buttercream containing red-pink specks that Aziraphale takes to be pomegranate arils. Crowley places the macaron against Aziraphale’s lips with more reverence than the angel had thought him capable. “It’s alright, angel. Just take a bite.”

    “Is that what you told Eve?”

    “Something like it. It worked, didn’t it?”

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    Crowley is a pining mess in the South Downs Cottage. He finds something close to solace, close to kinship, in the strange things in the depths of the sea.

    Aziraphale pulls him to shore.

    And presses him against a garden wall.

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    "Do you remember? I do. The wash of this. That’s what water does, it erodes over time. This love of you, it’s shaped me into something else. I open and this thing I have for you rushes in like a tide, eager and saltbright and powerful. It happened slow, over millennia, but it’s never not been happening, not since I met you."

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