Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
Right. Just one little miracle. Or maybe one slightly bigger miracle if also considering the way that the house they'd chosen to live in (temporarily, they both kept saying) was at a forever comfortable temperature, because why bother with things like changing temperatures outside?
Crowley half hoped they did find a library at the very least because it'd do a lot of good for Aziraphale's mood, if nothing else.
But that didn't seem to be in the cards for the day, he didn't think. No. They opened up that door and Crowley stepped out into sand and sun and some wind and squinted wonderingly. "This strikes me as familiar," he said. Those first few hundred years it seemed like they'd only met up in deserts. Mind, his hair was much shorter now than when he and the angel had met. He sort of missed that length now and again. It'd felt very dramatic in the wind.