Only a heartbeat

A small, harmless story about ducks, communication, habits, the intervention of a dark force, the power of words, and cats. On this beautiful day, Crowley probably hadn't anticipated that he would have to put his plan into action quite differently than expected, and that he would not only have to experience more angelic closeness, but also share it. And, as is often the case, he had only himself to blame. "I'm an angel! I won't steal from a church!" Aziraphale protested, breaking away from Crowley."Stealing would definitely be a plus, but no. It would be perfectly fine for me if you did what they do in churches. You know. Five Hail Marys, kneel, confess, say the rosary. You know that better than I do," replied the red-haired demon, pulling Aziraphale back to him."Come on. They're not bad. If they put a little sugar on them...""It's the body of Christ!""But only symbolically. Otherwise, your former side would have a problem with cannibalism," Crowley defended himself.