where I go when there is no where else

I'm in love with impressionism and I want to include it in my work. In order to do so, I need to study the style first, which led to this personal project of painting Aziraphale and Crowley in some of the scenes which Monet painted in his work.

That was the initial thought, then while trying to post on IG, I came up with short writings to give my audience a context. Now, I don't know if I could continue writing silly short conversations between the husbands to accompany the paintings in the future, but oh well let's just do it while I can.

Sorry for the yap. I have only done 3 paintings so far...

Really happy people notice it!!!

“Am I ssure?” Crowley hissed, pressing scalding kisses under Aziraphale’s jaw. “Six thousand years and you ask if I’m sure?” @theladyzephyr

Too in Love with this for how simple it is

' Calm ' ,, CALM AZIRAPHALE × SENSITIVE CROWLEY

" Angel! " I called out, I can't deny that my voice was..harsh. not that I wanted it to be that way- I didn't want it to be that sharp hiss it was when I called for him. " Yes Crowley? " My head snapped to his direction as soon as he replied. I strode to him, footsteps heavy and purposeful. " You turned my car YELLOW?! " I roared in irritation. Aziraphale sat down simply, fixing his white reading glasses..which made him..somewhat more adorable than he already is.

" It's our car, Crowley " Aziraphale replied simply. I felt my hands bawl into fists of frustration. My pupils constricted sharper then usual. " It is NOT! " I rebuttled. Though the way Aziraphale was so calm and collected as I shouted made me falter more than I'd want to admit. " We share my bookshop, we can share your car. " Aziraphale said with a small but visibly sly smile. I was sheathing in anger now.

" I didn't chose to share this bookshop with you! I-I don't even own it! " I tried to argue but my excuses were weak. When I was going to talk again..Aziraphale interrupted me. " You have a key. " Aziraphale said simply, peeking up at me through his glasses. 'Damn you angel.. ' I thought to myself. I paced around the bookshop, More angry now.

" Just change it back, Angel! " I exclaimed, I hated how pleading my voice was. Aziraphale sighed to himself, setting his book down on his lap. "I will change it back, Crowley. " he said with a soft voice. I stopped dead in my tracks. While pretending to be composed I fixed my suit. Clearing my throat. " Thank you.. " I said, voice still holding a tremor. Aziraphale smiled to himself.

" Come here, my dear snake " aziraphale gestured to the floor beside him. My snake eyes widened slightly at the endearment. Cheeks flushing a soft hue of pink. I walked over to Aziraphale, dropping before him. Back against the chair leg as Aziraphales leg was on the other side of me.. suddenly I felt a tingling sensation. It made me flare. It was Aziraphales hand in my hair..

We never found out when or why Aziraphale changed his ring....

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