thinking about what aziraphale thought “just like old times… but even nicer!” was going to be. like. what he was imagining. them being angels together, but - together this time. aziraphale remembering the first glimpse he got of crowley before his fall, brimming with joy, excitement, love for the stars and creation, and how resplendent that was. how aziraphale had new stars being born before his eyes but all he could sneak glances at was crowley’s radiant smile, his shining brown eyes.
like. i’m thinking about how he probably fell for crowley right then and there. and then that angel was just. gone from heaven. and maybe there were whispers about it among the rest. and maybe aziraphale wondered what had happened to him, remembered his guileless curiosity and his bright happiness and worried about him, because… how would he fare down there? wouldn’t he be lonely? and wasn’t it… unfair?
i’m thinking about “just like old times. but even nicer.” nicer because now they’re different, they’re more. they know each other, they love each other, they are… fundamentally inseparable. the idealism of that. the whitmanesque union of it - your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only.
and aziraphale has finally caught up to crowley’s speed - by his standards he’s hurtling toward crowley at a mad rush - keeps touching him and looking at him like he’s treasured and adored. like... he probably imagined watching crowley make a new universe, again. imagined them making heaven a place where they could exist together without fear or reproach. a place where justice was restored because aziraphale has always known crowley had been punished in a way he didn’t merit.
aziraphale probably thought their first kiss would taste of stardust, not the brackish tang of tears. he probably thought they’d get to keep their bookshop and their car and their little dates at the ritz but… now together. holding hands, fingers interlaced, ankles touching under the table, curling up against crowley’s side in the bentley on the drive home, kissing him as easy as breathing a million times a day and no one in heaven or hell or any other realm would or could say anything against it because this was theirs, their sacred right to love one another the way they were made to. their essences twining around one another in the aether. each marked by one another. two bits of divinity fused back together, the way they had always belonged.
aziraphale probably thought he’d get to see that kind of unguarded joy on crowley’s face again, soon. he was saying to crowley that he loves him, in his way. the ultimate act of love, by his estimation; having it within his power to bring his beloved partner back to the capacity for joy without cynicism, laughter without pain, goodness without shame, curiosity without punishment.
just like old times. but even nicer.
i was gonna say it Does have a tail thats what the cord is thats why its called a mouse!!!! and then i remembered most mouses are cordless now and got fucked up bc IT IS A HAMSTER and now immfucked up bc like. technology has advanced so must thay mice have changed species
it matters to me that you all know i was wizard high when i wrote that
we know
I am so insane about the Job arc.
God says, "I will destroy Job's children," and Aziraphale says, "How did he wrong you?"
God says, "I will destroy Job's children," and Aziraphale says, "How will you make it right?"
God says, "I will destroy Job's children," and Aziraphale says, "Gosh, I don't doubt you know what you are doing and all, but maybe we could slow things down a little and talk about this? And it's essential to the divine plan? Are we sure?"
Crowley says, "I will destroy Job's children," and Aziraphale looks him in the eye and says, "No, you won't."
#more faith in crowley than god. that's fucking nuts actually. (@dat-eyebrows)
EXACTLY.
I want every single person becoming unhinged over this post to know that I am kissing you very gently on the forehead. This thought scrambled my neurons and I am glad you are all here to share it with me.
