@softwingedd / aziraphale : closed starter !
𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. never a dull moment ... they began with a bomb, and had led to a west end dressing room. shoes had long been kicked off with a grunt and groan, ruined soles still ablaze. he reclined upon the cramped sofa, long legs draped over the arm, socked feet dangling. hat sat forward against the bridge of their nose, concealing ; no prying amber eyes within a dressing room.
minutes passed 'til they cracked a lid. ' you look - ' a pause, during which a plethora of flattery crossed their mind, only to settle adamantly upon, ' ridiculous. ' the top hat was a bit much. but ... HEAT BLOSSOMED IN HIS CHEEKS.
' it's perfect. ' you're perfect. perhaps it was that heat which prompted the addendum ( or the hopeful gaze aimed their way ; the steadfast invitation from a lighthouse for one lost at sea ). he rose with a wince the moment his feet graced the floor. ' but ... trust that i can improve upon perfection, MISTER FELL. ' confidence that waned with every step, the safe distance between them narrowed to a pin. they took up one of the girls' eye pencils from the vanity - a stark black tip.
free hand rose to catch the other's chin. ' hold still. ' ironic, considering his was the unsteady hand. head tilted, breath hot upon the angel's face ... lips pursed in concentration ( AIM FOR MY MOUTH ). one curved line drawn slow and ending in a flourish ; its mirror image drawn adjacent. ' there. gorgeous. '
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