| a man of wealth and taste ( @ 2008-01-18 00:30:00 |
| Entry tags: | aziraphale, crowley, my fic: good omens |
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Aziraphale has never much cared for apples.
Crowley
knows better than to imagine a connection to anything which happened thousands of years
ago—certainly not anything involving a tomato.
“Don’t see why you always spend so much time on produce,” says
him an innocent piece of fruit. “We both know what it is you want.”
Aziraphale looks down at the apple, savouring the moment.
Time has not been kind to them; it’s only fair that they should take something back.