dotstronaut:“Am I ssure?” Crowley hissed, pressing scalding kisses under Aziraphale’s jaw. “Six thou
dotstronaut:“Am I ssure?” Crowley hissed, pressing scalding kisses under Aziraphale’s jaw. “Six thousand years and you ask if I’m sure?”@theladyzephyrThis started as a couple of cute sketches and was going to be a quick comic (after all, the fic is less than 500 words), but well, things quickly spiraled out of control. I mean, look at them. -- source link