you're a sky full of stars | closed

[lunchbreaks]

characters: Aziraphale and Crowley
location: At the park
date/time: 9/18 for lunch
content: A long overdue picnic, with a surprise meteor shower
warnings: Y'all it's gonna be cute. Hiss hiss fall in love.

Aziraphale had spent the last two days off and on making a spread for the picnic that he'd promised he'd take Crowley on before their little boat hijacking plot, so the fact that there were falling stars everywhere was just a nice little bonus. "Ah," he had said, as they headed out, straw basket full of goodies with a gingham blanket covering it tucked under one arm. "I wonder what that's all about."

Now, on the dark green lawn of the park, somewhere by the pagoda with the ice cream cart in plain view, Aziraphale throws the blanket open and places a rock on one corner and a bottle of wine on the other to weigh it down. He pulls out a few wrapped cheeses, some crackers, dried apricots, walnuts he'd cracked himself that morning, extremely terribly made pork pies, and eton mess that had, at one point, aspirations as a pavlova.

And, of course, some awful red table wine that would taste better once poured, as long as Aziraphale got to touch it first. "It is beautiful," he remarks, looking up at the sky. "Were you in the Americas for the Leonid storm in 1833? I was. It's a bit like that."

Comments

[sauntered_downward]

"Angel, stop. Stop. Give it to me."

He reaches up to take the device from the angel's hand. "I'm good at this, just...trust me. Hang on a minute."

[lunchbreaks]

"Okay," he says, and poses. He tries to do the tongue thing again, where he sticks it out and tries to wave it around, but it really just makes him look vaguely froglike.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley has to bite his own tongue to keep from bursting into laughter. He holds the camera out, wrapping an arm around the angel to hold him close enough to get them both in the shot.

"Try just---don't do the tongue thing. Really, don't."

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, alright," he says, and opts for a smile instead. It's big and bright and sugar-sweet.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley tries on a bad-boy pout, which he focuses on for the camera. At about the point where he's going to hit the button on the camera, his eyes drift down to the smiling angel, and he drops the pose for just a second, and his smile is more natural and fond. Stupid happy angel. His best friend.

Click.

[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale arcs an arm around Crowley and laughs fondly, reaching over to touch the camera to take another picture of them.

That one also turns out like trash, but it catches Aziraphale's laughter.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley lets out a laugh of his own. This is what it's like, isn't it? Two friends just...being friends together. Sharing a stupid piece of technology in the park.

They won't have this back on Earth.

He pushes that down and tries not to think about it.

[lunchbreaks]

No, he wants to soak up all the time he has with Crowley here, make the most out of being able to spend time with him like this.

"Ah, to the museum, before it closes," he says, fully knowing that it won't and that nothing is really closed for the two of them, anyway.