Hi ppl, I've taken up lurking as a hobby, but discovered that I just can't keep my mouth (and keyboard) quiet. Feeling kinda vicious today, and me likey Mutilated!Aziraphale everyday.
Drabble: Hands
Aziraphale had lovely hands.
Plump, white and manicured with smooth buffed nails and slender fingers. He would tap the index finger against his cheek when he was thinking especially hard. Sometimes when he thought no ones was looking he would chew on a cuticle, then start guiltily, making the skin heal with a bat of an eye and a faint, faint blush.
Crowley loved Aziraphale's hands. He would caress the unlined backs, run his thumb over the tops of white half-circles, bring them to his lips. Lick slowly along each knuckle, between two fingers to draw a line where a life line would have been. Then before he could look up and see Aziraphale's face, before white, white hands were snatched away, Crowley put the hands back into the safe.
Afterwards, he would water his plants.
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A/N: There is no salvation for sinners like me. Poor angel.
Crowley: WHAT!!! You made into a psycho!!!
Aziraphale: I. Am. So. Tramatized.
Crowley: *eyes starting to glow red*
demoness: Meep! *holds up copy of Bugger-It-Alle Bible in hopes of redemption.*
Drabble: Hands
Aziraphale had lovely hands.
Plump, white and manicured with smooth buffed nails and slender fingers. He would tap the index finger against his cheek when he was thinking especially hard. Sometimes when he thought no ones was looking he would chew on a cuticle, then start guiltily, making the skin heal with a bat of an eye and a faint, faint blush.
Crowley loved Aziraphale's hands. He would caress the unlined backs, run his thumb over the tops of white half-circles, bring them to his lips. Lick slowly along each knuckle, between two fingers to draw a line where a life line would have been. Then before he could look up and see Aziraphale's face, before white, white hands were snatched away, Crowley put the hands back into the safe.
Afterwards, he would water his plants.
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A/N: There is no salvation for sinners like me. Poor angel.
Crowley: WHAT!!! You made into a psycho!!!
Aziraphale: I. Am. So. Tramatized.
Crowley: *eyes starting to glow red*
demoness: Meep! *holds up copy of Bugger-It-Alle Bible in hopes of redemption.*