♐︎ No, this wasn't written because I'm taking dancing classes for the German version of a prom.

Not at all.

:D

♐︎ Please correct any mistakes you find, this was written for practice purposes, feedback is very much approved.

♐︎ Yes, I did listen to "Pale Blue Eyes" by The Velvet Underground a lot while writing, as well as Queen's "Good old-fashioned lover boy" and "Somebody to love". Do with that fun-fact anything you want. ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗʳᵃˢʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜˡᵃˢˢⁱᶜ ʳᵒᶜᵏ :)

♐︎ I am in fact thinking of writing a One-Shot book for these two dorks now. :')

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The sun shone through the dirt stained windows of the little Bookshop called A.Z. Fell and Co, the whirling dust flakes glimmering in the sunlight.

It was a quiet September Saturday afternoon, to be more precisely day three of the rest of their lives, the rest of eternity.

The apocalypse was averted by the antichrist and his friends the Them, with the two archaic entities doing nothing more but providing a little bit of guidance for the 12-year-old kids.
And, even though they had to temporarily swap their vessels in order to fool both heaven and hell to avoid being erased, they lived quite peaceful nowadays.

Antique, and presumably one of the first ones ever made, was absolutely the standard quality for anything the owner of A.Z. Fell and Co had, even in the kitchen. So it was no wonder, that a 124-year-old gramophone played Liszt's Liebestraum NO.3, because the holder of the small shop thought of it as his favourite.

The owner's beloved thought otherwise because in his opinion nothing could beat Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. He'd let it slide -for once-, since his quite literal angel smiled brighter than the afternoon sun that shone past the dusty velvet curtains.

And because of that, he, the usually grumpy, serpent-like demon, smiled too.

The angel managed to do that quite often -making the demon laugh. He didn't know if some kind of angelic aura or anything like that was the cause of it or not.

Either way, he didn't care.

He was happy, his angel was happy, and no Apocalypse was nice too, in a way. He liked the chaos that had ensued, but burning half a planet for no reason? Please, this demon has standards.

Sometimes he thought he was way too influenced by his angel. That was always forgotten really fast, though. Why worry when you could enjoy earthly creations with your loved one?

He put his glass of Alsace Grand Cru, a very good Riesling, aside, stood up, and stretched his hand out to Aziraphale.

„Care for a dance, angel?"

Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol that let Crowley think it was a good idea to dance, when neither of them could. He didn't care, though.

Aziraphale took the demon's hand and pulled himself up.

Crowley had probably forgotten to put his usual sunglasses on, due to the more or less excessive drinking they indulged in, not that the angel minded though. He always had liked the demon's yellow snake-eyes. They matched his sharp jawline, the short maroon curls and the slightly crooked nose quite well.

Sometimes, Aziraphale got lost in those eyes. He liked it. In those moments he didn't have to worry about a thing - not "upstairs", not some heathens trying to actually buy one of his very much, very rare books.

He could simply be.

„Of course, why not, my dear?"

Crowley pulled his angel close, taking Aziraphale's right hand into his left and put his other hand right between the other's shoulder blades, while Aziraphale placed his hand on top of the demon's shoulder.

Concerning Crowley, not knowing how to dance was a little stretch. He could do a bit of the wild 70'ies Disco-Style and some waltzing, both thanks to some very crazy nights in Austria, circa 200 years apart.

"Left foot back, right one to the side, close. Right foot forward, left one to the side, close. Yeah, just like that, angel!"

The demon grinned proudly. His angel had always been a fast learner.

With a little push from Crowley's right hand, they started to slowly whirl around. In their tipsy haze was one of the half empty wine-bottles nearly knocked over.

The dangerous wobble of that bottle went unnoticed by them though, they were way too lost in the others eyes.

Aziraphale's pale blue eyes twinkled with pure, unadulterated happiness.
Crowley's yellow snake eyes with complete and utter adoration for his angel.

The record has long stopped, but they continued to dance to music that only they could hear.

Swirling, Swirling, Swirling around, just like Crowleys favourite binary Star system, Alpha Centauri.