While I'm Still Healing Thavron Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Summary: He isn’t prepared for the face that greets him. Cerulean eyes twinkling in the moonlight and dimples carved from a broad, apologetic smile. Rain drips from his wide-brimmed hat onto a beige coat that Crowley knows smells like candle smoke and ageing parchment. For a moment, he basks in the radiance of the angel's smile, a guilty pleasure that comforts him, even as it crushes him. He leans forward to taste the air, letting the scent trigger a memory of lips and heat and earthly desire, a heart cracking in two. Crowley struggles with his conflicted feelings, and Aziraphale makes a special delivery.
Not quite #FanFicFriday but here’s the latest chapter of my #GoodOmens post season 2 fix-it fic. Things will start to get better soon, I promise. #GoodOmensFanfic
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