Title: First Snow
Author: frabjous
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Good Omens belongs to the geniuses known as Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.
Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale experience their first snowfall.***
The first time it happened, neither of them knew what was going on, because they'd only been in warmer climes before.
"Brr," said Crowley, when the first winter reached Gaul and snow fell from the sky almost, but not exactly, like manna.
"Are you all right, foul serpent?" the angel asked, about to lop off his head with a stick. It flamed like anything, to use Crowley's words, and was long and poky, which could do the job just as well as his old sword.
"I'm not sssure," replied Crowley, mid-bite, and wound himself more loosely around the angel's neck to inspect himself. "I feel ssssleepy. Bring that ssstick clossser, will you? It'sss getting...cold."
"I didn't know demons got narcolepsy," replied Aziraphale, obliging, fascinated despite himself. The fire was doing good for the demon, and he could feel the satisfied hiss so close to his jugular, and the quickening of the heart, and the re-coiling around his neck for the deadly strike. A not-at-all-unholy-of-course smirk came across the angel's face, and he extinguished the flame.
The snake drooped, all homicidal intentions against the Enemy vanishing as he slipped off the angel's neck. Aziraphale caught him just in time, and smiled down at the sleeping reptile in his hands. It really wouldn't be fair, he reasoned, to kill him now. What would be the point? He'd only come back and fall asleep at him. He left Crowley in a little pocket under a rock, out of the way and safe, and went off to help some struggling hunter-gatherers.
That was the first time they'd known snow, long before the Arrangement. Now when it snows in London, Crowley bundles up and heads over to the bookshop, Aziraphale lights the fire, and they keep each other warm.
"You still make it flame like anything," Crowley murmurs with something passing for happiness, and buries his nose in the angel's hair.
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