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Aziraphale ([info]softangel) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-12-14 12:01:00

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Entry tags:anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Hallmark Movie Mayhem
Where: A Small Town TM
When: Today


The doors did not interest Aziraphale all that much, true he and Crowley had some nice times through, their picnic after setting the flamingos free had been particularly nice, and of course he knew that much of what was in the town came through the doors, but as an angel he had very little need of something like that for anything he might have needed, it was more an experience really than anything else.

So it was truly only when he thought the doors might hold some new and interesting experience for them that he felt the desire to try go to through them. Which was how they'd ended up through the doors earlier that day.

When he arrived in the town, Zira pulled his coat up higher around his ears, he should have worn something a little thicker the cold winder air blowing right through him and he found himself seeking shelter in the first shop front he saw, stepping through the door and out of the wind. He'd come to town because he had been looking to do a little research on small towns for a new book, and what better way to research than in person? At least that's what he'd told himself when he'd made the trip. The reality was a little bit less than convincing immediately.

But inside the shop Zira felt warm and comfortable, enough to allow his shoulders to come down from around his ears and even let his coat hang open. And he realized he'd stepped into a florist's shop. The flowers all looked beautiful, warm and brilliant colors perfect for this time of year and all so healthy and vibrant. The care taken in nurturing these plants was obvious even to him, a man who knew nothing about plants.

"Hello?" He called out as he began to wander through the shop admiring everything he saw.



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[info]softangel
2019-12-28 01:30 am UTC (link)
It was exactly the sort of response he would not have gotten had he stayed in the city, of that much he was entirely certain. No one had time to just chat these days, there was always something to do, some thing to check off a to do list, some call to make, an email to send. But here it seemed that Anthony had plenty of time to just spend chatting with a stranger who had wandered into his shop to get out of the cold, it was a thought that warmed him almost as well as Anthony's shop had done.

"That was the hope," He admitted with a small chuckle, the town wasn't so small that he wouldn't be able to meet anyone, but not so large that it would lose that sort of small town charm that he imagined this place had. And if his interaction with Anthony was anything to go by then he was quite certain that this place had plenty of that to go around. "See that is exactly what I'd hoped to hear," He grinned as Anthony told him more, it seemed this all had a touch of kismet to it, Anthony was welcoming and charming, and of course it had not escaped Zira's notice that he was also devilishly handsome as well.

"Well it's about a family," He started, trying to decide how best to describe it, "A boy really, and his family and friends, and their life in the small town where they live, I picture it as a sort of coming of age story as our hero comes into his own and realizes his true strength, and where it comes from."

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