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vocab_drabblesTitle: Smoothing Jagged Edges
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 353
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Crowley's nails are in need of attention, and miracles don't work on the damned things.
Notes: inspired by my own nails, and this article here:
7 Easy Steps to the Perfect At-Home Manicure - Expert Manicure Tips
Crowley lounged on the old sofa in the bookshop, glaring at his nails. He'd been filing them for long minutes now, and they refused to be brought to heel, still taunting him with jagged edges. Damn things were impervious to miracles, too.
Crowley considered asking Aziraphale who his manicurist was. The angel always had impeccable nails. He sighed in annoyance and was just about to throw up a white flag when the file was snatched out of his hand. "Hey!"
"Give it here," Aziraphale said, and Crowley only knew he meant his hand when it was taken in a firm grip.
"Wha—wait…"
Aziraphale ignored him, instead casting a critical eye over the standard emery board. With a sniff of displeasure, he traded it for a fancier looking one. "Glass," he explained when he saw the curious look. "Gentler, better for the nails."
Speechless, Crowley could only watch as the angel went to work smoothing out the recalcitrant nails. Trying to avoid thinking about the fact that his hand was being held by Aziraphale. It was mesmerizing. He felt like a cobra being charmed.
Not that being charmed by his angel was a new experience for him.
"Will you be doing polish? If so, we'll want to skip the soaking."
Crowley made a few noises that were supposed to be words, finally managing to respond. "Uh, yeah, was thinking I might."
"Black, I'm assuming. Unless I can tempt you to a nice silver, or maybe a red?"
"Black is fine." He watched in silence for a bit. "And here I was, about to ask you who your manicurist is."
Aziraphale's face brightened with a small, pleased smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Crowley was happy for the opportunity to stare without being noticed, as the angel's eyes were still on his work.
It was the most selcouth of experiences, having his hand in Aziraphale's as the angel carefully (and lovingly?) cared for his nails, equal parts strange and wondrous. Crowley was known for his imagination, however, never in his wildest dreams would he have seen himself sitting in the bookshop, getting a manicure from Aziraphale.
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 353
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Crowley's nails are in need of attention, and miracles don't work on the damned things.
Notes: inspired by my own nails, and this article here:
7 Easy Steps to the Perfect At-Home Manicure - Expert Manicure Tips
Crowley lounged on the old sofa in the bookshop, glaring at his nails. He'd been filing them for long minutes now, and they refused to be brought to heel, still taunting him with jagged edges. Damn things were impervious to miracles, too.
Crowley considered asking Aziraphale who his manicurist was. The angel always had impeccable nails. He sighed in annoyance and was just about to throw up a white flag when the file was snatched out of his hand. "Hey!"
"Give it here," Aziraphale said, and Crowley only knew he meant his hand when it was taken in a firm grip.
"Wha—wait…"
Aziraphale ignored him, instead casting a critical eye over the standard emery board. With a sniff of displeasure, he traded it for a fancier looking one. "Glass," he explained when he saw the curious look. "Gentler, better for the nails."
Speechless, Crowley could only watch as the angel went to work smoothing out the recalcitrant nails. Trying to avoid thinking about the fact that his hand was being held by Aziraphale. It was mesmerizing. He felt like a cobra being charmed.
Not that being charmed by his angel was a new experience for him.
"Will you be doing polish? If so, we'll want to skip the soaking."
Crowley made a few noises that were supposed to be words, finally managing to respond. "Uh, yeah, was thinking I might."
"Black, I'm assuming. Unless I can tempt you to a nice silver, or maybe a red?"
"Black is fine." He watched in silence for a bit. "And here I was, about to ask you who your manicurist is."
Aziraphale's face brightened with a small, pleased smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Crowley was happy for the opportunity to stare without being noticed, as the angel's eyes were still on his work.
It was the most selcouth of experiences, having his hand in Aziraphale's as the angel carefully (and lovingly?) cared for his nails, equal parts strange and wondrous. Crowley was known for his imagination, however, never in his wildest dreams would he have seen himself sitting in the bookshop, getting a manicure from Aziraphale.
