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Young Tristran Thorn will do anything to win the cold heart of beautiful Victoria— even fetch her the star they watch fall from the night sky. But to do so, he must. Stardust is an enchanting and enthralling novel from Sunday Times bestseller and master storyteller Neil Gaiman. 'Charming in every sense of. Stardust - Neil Gaiman - dokument [*.epub] Stardust Book Jacket Rating: SUMMARY: In the sleepy English countryside at the dawn of the Victorian Era, life.
There are no traces of Hellfire or other unusual phenomena having occurred anywhere that Aziraphale has checked. Heaven and Hell are both quiet on all fronts.
An evening rain is sweeping across Soho, not the usual unpleasant drip that plagues commuters this time of year, but a seasonably warm, crisp spritz.
The whole world smells fresh and green, exactly like a humid day in the countryside. Ordinarily, even this might not concern Aziraphale, the city being what it is, but an extremely vintage bottle of Dom Perignon is chilling in an ice bath while Crowley is toweling his hair dry, stripped down to his undershirt.
Six thousand years and there are still little things about a person that never come up. The whole affair is a bit luxurious, even for Aziraphale, but he supposes no one is keeping tabs on either of them just now.
He sets a pair of completely superfluous reading glasses on the tip of his nose and neatly prints the details of a signed, first edition copy of Where the Wild Things Are into his ledger. Crowley has his sunglasses off and a droplet of water is making its way down the bridge of his narrow nose.
Another side-effect of preventing the Apocalypse, no doubt. He looks like some yuppie just come in from a lengthy jog. Aziraphale was quite comfortable in his old body, having had it for six thousand years, though it was very no-frills and plain. It was functional, standard issue; a good, humble body for good, humble deeds.
Just as a dog-shaped creature is inclined to dig holes and chase squirrels, Aziraphale finds his appreciation of the human — well, demonic — form to be somewhat expanded to include a not-before-considered dimension. Very specifically expanded, approximately to the space Crowley occupies at any given moment.
For one, he feels as though he must suddenly be broadcasting his predicament across all wavelengths, both earthly and celestial.
Crowley stomped into his bookshop and kicked off his flash leather shoes and it was all downhill from the moment his bare feet touched the floor. Not in need of a wash at all. The idea of Crowley barefoot and Aziraphale down on his knees with his hands gripping those strong, narrow ankles while he — well.
New body and all.
Heaven save him. Despite Michael and Sandalphon embarrassing themselves in front of his mortal clientele, has some rather well-preserved erotica sitting out of sight of the general public. The early days were quite educational, before they invented sexual shame. The champagne flute is repaired with a caress of his long fingers and Crowley pops the cork into the palm of his hand with great care.
I suppose the Nephilim were never a big hit. And you have?
Did you just lie back and think of Hell, then? He straightens and makes every effort not to beat a retreat.
He knows that Aziraphale is a bit predisposed to indulging in earthly delights. Quite a few goats, quite a few pigs, probably a lot of midnight trysts in prime demonic lurking real estate. Messy business all around. Having tossed back his champagne, Crowley refills them both.
Aziraphale notices very suddenly that Crowley is standing even closer than before. Far too close for polite conversational distance.
Do I have something on my face? Instead of just the alarm and dismay of disappointing his friend, he now feels a flicker of genuine anticipation deep in his belly. It coils expectantly, as if suddenly aware that two bodies being so close could lead to something far more interesting than a row. Crowley has him boxed in.
Not at all. Insofar as Aziraphale can tell, anyhow.
It makes him tingle from the base of his skull all the way down his spine. Crowley pulls away and looks at Aziraphale. His mouth is wet and Aziraphale, to his own surprise, only just stops himself from clumsily chasing after him. His voice is a little rough and slithery, like scales over a rock. There are a few very small problems, though. He shifts from one foot to the other.
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