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Rating: SAFE
Fandom: Good Omens
Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley
Tags:
Mutual Pining, Smoking, Slow Dancing, Coping Mechanisms, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Denial, Pre-Slash, Historically Inaccurate Vintage Party
Wordcount: 2740
Notes: Listen to the song
Summary:
Aziraphale impulsively goes to a 1920s-inspired party hoping to dance again, is disappointed, sulks about the old times, and gets swept off his feet by Crowley.
Excerpt:
“Parties wear me out so quickly, it’s so crowded in there I swear it feels like being back in Hell,” Crowley complained, shaking the ash off his cigarette in the street below. He glanced at Aziraphale. “I don't think I've ever seen you wear black before. New suit?” Aziraphale chuckled. “I wouldn't call it new, it was made in 1924. A gift, from a friend.” He reached for the ashtray on the nearest table. “I’m not the most knowledgeable in regards of fashion, but I think your dress would be too short for the period.”
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