Hi, Here It Comes! Sorry @rozugold For The Delay, I Was Fighting With A Serious Art-block. Also Thanks

Hi, here it comes! Sorry @rozugold​ for the delay, I was fighting with a serious art-block. Also thanks to my beautiful girlfriend @mllekurtz​ for cheering me on and checking my English (I love you).

Aziraphale’s right shoulder was a knot of pain and tired muscles, still the Principality didn’t dare to move. An heavy weight in the form of Crowley’s head was firmly settled there and Aziraphale would rather face a day with a sore back than disturb the other’s sleep or worse: make Crowley move away. Something unusual had blossomed in Aziraphale’s heart. It wasn’t a particularly nice feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant either. Maybe it was love. Love was familiar to Aziraphale, he could feel it in the air like a long-known perfume, he could SEE IT. Angels were actually made of love! But what did it mean exactly? What was it like FEELING it? Sure, Aziraphale loved God and all Her creatures, but that was a distant kind of love, more like an extension of himself than… whatever he felt for Crowley. The demon stirred, his long eyebrows knotted in a fleeting impression of pain. Aziraphale reached for the other’s hand and started to draw soothing circles on it, until Crowley relaxed and burrowed his nose more deeply in Aziraphale’s shoulder. The angel sighed.

“Dear, are you awake?”

A grunt. Crowley was like water, utterly unable to be truly still. “No.”

Aziraphale fought back a smile.

“A pity, I was thinking of getting more comfortable and try that sleep of yours for once.”

Crowley immediately perked up, dislodging himself from the uncomfortable position, golden eyes searching for Aziraphale’s ones. Aziraphale forced himself to breathe. It was hard, maybe one of the hardest thing he’d ever done. For some reason his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, drawing uncontrollable quick puffs of air one after the other. Crowley was looking at him and Aziraphale’s nose felt clogged. It was strange and embarrassing.

“We will need a bed.”

Aziraphale nodded, glad for the distraction.

“Yes… yes. Maybe I could miracle one upstairs and we could relocate…”

Crowley snapped his fingers and suddenly the sofa wasn’t a sofa anymore. Aziraphale lifted an aristocratic eyebrow and looked reproachfully at the demon.

“I happen to like my furniture as it is.”

Crowley shrugged, making himself comfortable on the bed. At least the dashing fiend had provided tartan covers. After a second or two spent in contemplation, Aziraphale sighed and made himself comfortable next to him.

“Uff… now what should we do?”

Crowley smiled, his left hand busy petting Aziraphale cheek. Were they allowed to do that? To simply be?

“Now, angel, we sleep.”

It was love, yes. Aziraphale was sure of it.

tagged by @mllekurtz

Name: Gloria

Nickname: for some reason my sister thinks that it’s very funny to call me “Ciccio” , but otherwise not many apart from “Lady Gloria” or “Gloria the wise”…. don’t judge I’m not making these things up.

Zodiac sign: Gemini.

Height: 1,62 m… I think? It’s been some time.

What time is it: 17.00 PM (I should be downstairs drinking tea)

Favorite musicians: ugh I dunno, I like Savage Garden, Mumford and Sons, Linkin Park, Tiziano Ferro and Max Pezzali and a bunch of others.

Favorite Sports Team: I’m not into sports, but I enjoy the soccer National Team: GO ITALY!

Other blogs: I had one once @nerdisbetter , but it has been ages since I’ve uploaded anything… or even opened it.

Do I get asks: INTERACT WITH ME PEOPLE!!!

How many blogs do I follow: I don’t know…a lot?.

Lucky number: 3 and 13.

What am I wearing right now: a grey shirt, a green t-shirt with Toothless on it and green pajamas pants… ah also a blanket with a tiger on it… Does my cat count as something that I’m wearing? Because she has been sitting in my lap during the last couple of hours.

Drink of choice: tea… tea… TEA!!!!  

Dream car: Bicycle… BYCYCLE… I WANT TO RIDE MY BYCYLE… or a pink car I’m not picky .

Dream vacation: My bed. Also the sea. Also somewhere where there are delicious things to eat.

Favorite foods: Like SO MANY: pizza (that I cannot eat anymore) lasagna (that I cannot eat anymore… I’m sensing a pattern here) and piadina and ramen and sushi and AGH SO MANY.

Instruments: does singing off key counts?

Celebrity crushes: I want to have tea with Jeremy Irons, Patrick Stewart and (can I add dead people too, I’ll add dead people) Leonard Nimoy. Girls are all beautiful and I would have tea with all of them with a few exceptions. Ok… I’m superace and I would enjoy some meaningful time with them? And drink tea???

Random fact: I have short pink air and my cats sometimes try to eat them.

Tagging: @celinequeenofrhuttlia and @rockingthegraveyard and whoever else wants to do this!

#Inktober2019 I love her

Hi, here in the “sunny” Biella is more or less the same. Everybody is inside and everyone is panicking. I’m a little worried for me and my mother, we have a poor immunity system and we keep falling ill. I’ve been living shut inside for more than three weeks (I was ill before the quarantine started and I preferred to stay at home... and I’m still a little sick now). I’m not the most sociable person, but I’m starting to feel the strain. Hope that with the rising temperatures the virus will stop spreading as much

Oh wow, you're in Italy? Please stay safe, don't risk yourself. I'm in Canada, and there's only one case in my city, and I'm anxious about going outside. I can't imagine how you must be feeling.

Our government did the right thing, but it’s really hard. These are hard times but we can do it.

#Inktober2019 My favorite wives

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