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Sometime in the early days of their now-acknowledged romance, Crowley had promised that they’d go on a cruise ship for one of their anniversaries. True to fashion, he put off actually planning for it so long that by the time he was shopping for...

     Sometime in the early days of their now-acknowledged romance, Crowley had promised that they’d go on a cruise ship for one of their anniversaries. True to fashion, he put off actually planning for it so long that by the time he was shopping for tickets, commercial space cruises were operating, both in the local orbit and back and forth to Mars Colony. This was all for the best, as Crowley had got his fill of sea air during a piratical stint in the 17th century, and Aziraphale was prone to fret that sand and salt would ruin his shoes. When Crowley suggested that perhaps brogues did not match a customary Aloha shirt anyway, Aziraphale took it as a challenge. So there they stood, queueing to board the Celestial Century, wearing astonishingly apropos hibiscus prints from shoulder to knee, that both brogues and snakeskin boots agreed was a refreshing change of pace. (cont. on ao3!)

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