"My God, what IS this weather?" Lilac huffed as she snapped, her trunk appearing elsewhere in her tiny flat. She steps into the vast flat, surveying the home she knew until she went away. She put her hair back, pushing it over her shoulder, "I simply forgot how it felt to feel London weather." she dusted her hands off and walked upstairs, entering her room.

She heard the door open, then she snapped, appearing in the living room, where Mal and another stood. It was mostly the same, except there were sunflowers in a vase. They were charming, and Lilac smiled, running a single finger on the petal.

"You're home early, sunflower." Lilac grinned, at Mal, her eyes going to the man.

"Who is this?" Lilac raised an eyebrow, Mal sighing as they went to his side.

"Lilac, this is Anthony. Anthony, this is Lilac." the instant their eyes met, Lilac's breath hitched. He was--beautiful. Her face lit up, then she looked away, holding out her hand for a handshake.

"Charmed, I'm sure." Crowley took her hand, and instead of a handshake, he kissed the top of her hand. Lilac looked back and inhaled sharply.

"So you're the little angel Mallorie has been talking about." Lilac looked in Mal's direction; if looks could kill, Mal would be dead. 

"I would suppose so. You're the man that she has mentioned." Lilac wished Mal didn't bring someone attractive. 'You daft idiot, he's not for you,' Lilac scolded herself. She then took a deep breath in, ruffling her hair. 

"That would be me. Can I tempt you--" Lilac looked horrified as Mal slapped a hand over his mouth. 

"Hey, shut up." Crowley chuckled behind Mal's hand, removing it after. He took a step getting closer to the angel. 
      
"So, I heard many great things about you, Miss Angel."
 
"Please, Lilac is fine." Crowley nodded his head in acknowledgment, his hands going into his pockets, which Lilac wasn't so confident he could. 'Those pants look tight.'

"Well, then, I'll just call you Buttercup." Lilac's breath hitched, her face completely red.

"A-As you wish," Lilac's blush at this point was rivaling Crowley's hair, which was pretty impressive, "I will call you Anthony." 

"Well, that is my--er--that's fine," Crowley shoved his hands further down his pockets, which seemed impossible because they were so damn tight, "so, Mal, what do you say to see my good friend? Y'know, since you introduced me to yours, maybe a little tea at his bookshop?" Mal nodded, turning to Lilac. 

"Would you like to go see him, sunflower?" Lilac huffed, then shrugged, looking at the pair of them. 

"Hopefully, he's someone who I can get along with. I do not want to associate with someone who is a bad influence," Crowley raised a brow, "no offense, Anthony." Mal chuckled at this and grabbed onto Lilac, an action that did not go unnoticed by the angel. 

"He's just like you, Buttercup," Crowley smirked impishly at the smaller girl, to which she looked away as she made a noise in the back of her throat. 

"Shall we miracle ourselves there or is there another mode of transportation?" 

"Miracle!" 

"My Bentley!" they both said at once, turning to face each other. 

"We are NOT riding in the Bentley if you're driving. You'll discorporate her!" Crowley scoffed, and Mal raised a brow. 

"She will not discorporate if I drive, Mallorie!" Lilac blinked owlishly at them, feeling quite like a child between two parents. 

"I can dr-" 

"Hell no," Lilac frowned, folding her arms across her chest, "don't give me that look, angel. The last time I let you drive we almost backed up entire lanes of traffic," the angel scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

"That's not true! You're so mean!" in that instant, Lilac snapped and disappeared. Mal let out a groan of exasperation, shaking their head. 

"They're probably somewhere sulking," 

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Lilac appeared in front of a bookshop, reading 'A.Z. Fell and Co.', which reminded her of someone who went by the same name often. She noticed it said open, to which she pushed open the doors. It was beautiful inside, her eyes darted from bookcase to bookcase. 

"Oh, hello!" a chipper voice called from the corner of the room, Lilac's head turning in the direction of the voice, "is that tartan? Very stylish," the man walked closer to Lilac, making her eyes widen as she caught a glimpse of his face. Blue eyes, impossibly rosy cheeks, tufts of beautiful blonde hair. 

"Aziraphale?" the man furrowed his brow, then the look faded to be replaced with one of shock. He was a head taller than her, that's the way it always was. 

"Lilac?" Lilac's brown eyes began to fill up with tears, her feet moving before her head could comprehend, and she had found herself in his arms. His body tensed before hugging her back, Lilac's head resting against his chest. His hands placed themselves one at her waist and the other resting against the back of her neck. Lilac's arms wrapped around his middle, breathing in his scent, the one she knew so well back then.

"Aziraphale, where in Heaven's name have you been?" Aziraphale moves back an inch, the hand on the back of her head moving to cup the side of her face. 

"Oh, my dear Lilac," Lilac nuzzles into his touch, "I've been here for so long," there's a woosh, and Lilac turns at this, Crowley and Mal gracing their presence. 

"Well, they certainly got quite friendly," Crowley chuckled, "Angel, how do you two know each other?" Aziraphale made a face, head tilted as his close friend. 

"Crowley, don't you remember her?" Lilac looked at Aziraphale with a confused look, looking back and forth between them. 

"No, that can't be," the female angel stepped closer to Crowley, "do I have your permission to touch your face?" Crowley looked taken aback by the question, eyes searching for Mal's. Their eyes meet, and she shrugs. Crowley looks back at Lilac and nods his head, and Lilac takes his face in her hands. 

"Lilac, all those years, remember?" Aziraphale came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Lilac gasps as she looks at him, thumb moving to tilt his glasses up. Crowley flinches, but allows the action, their eyes meeting without the glasses in the way. 

"I remember you," Lilac finally speaks, breaking the silence, "do you remember me? Raphael?" the name sends Crowley reeling, his face morphing into one of horror as he backs away from her. He places a hand against his chest, looking around as he gasps. 

"That's why-shit-" Crowley sits himself down, hands shaking, "I don't remember much from back then," Lilac approaches him carefully, kneeling next to the chair, "I don't remember you," her face crumbles as she looks up at him.