𓆩 Anthony J Crowley 𓆪

Crowley sat and, frowning slightly, tore off a piece of bread and threw it to the drake. Crowley cleared his throat and looked sideways at the Angel So, Angel. There is no work... Maybe we should just rest? Crowley turned his head to Aziraphale with hope in his eyes. Aziraphale tossed a piece of bread to the drake and the drake with the treat dove into the lake with his head, swimming towards his fellow angels. The angel said, "I think... Yeah. Let's just relax, like an Angel and a Demon." Okay, Angel.. Crowley said and placed his palm next to Aziraphale's, relaxingly breathing in the cool air. The London park created an illusion of cold calm around them, and something that was worth it for them... to continue all this, or what? Definitely.. Crowley exhaled.

Crowley, sitting in the park, wants to relax and unconsciously places his palm next to Aziraphale's palm, inside he is burning with the desire to touch Aziraphale in this cold environment of the park, to warm himself with Angelic kindness..