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Aziraphale adored the colour blue. A lot of things he had collected through the years were said colour. The sweets and pastries he ate were mostly in said colour. He loved blue incredibly much.
Crowley had noticed it of course, so he bought his boyfriend every day a different flower in the colour blue. He enjoyed Aziraphale’s happy wiggling and giggling when he received them.
On beautiful spring days, Crowley took Aziraphale out onto the small terrasse on top of the bookshop to look at the sky. (Summer days are beautiful too but most of the times too hot for the Angel)
There was only one thing Aziraphale liked equally than the colour blue. That one thing; more likely the action, was kissing Crowley. He adored to kiss Crowley. To feel his boyfriend’s lips on him and all the love coming from the demon.
Every morning after Crowley wakes up, Aziraphale kisses his entire face, and both end up kissing for the next five or ten minutes. They spend a lot of time just kissing and cuddling.
Aziraphale loved to swim in the pool of love Crowley gave him. By the time the words “Yes, I do” had fallen, had been wonderful. A blue day full of kisses and love.
These were a few of his favourite things.