Aziraphale࿐

"Crowley!!" Aziraphale stands before him, holding some flowers at his back. Aziraphale trembles, yet not from fear but nervousness.

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Was prepared to risk it all. "Oh. Good, he's gone. @ThyFoulFiend what did the Dark One want with you?"

"I have been quite busy."

They look away and clear their throat. "Perfectly fine."

( the angels eyes try not to wander, they are finding it difficult with the— current position )

There are times—which are more often than not—in between work, when he has moments of weakness. When the craving to experience life the way humans do creeped upon him. He hated and loved the demon for luring him into temptation. Perhaps he did do the bad thing after all.

Aziraphale has important work to do. They can't dwell on the demon forever.

[ In heaven having Earth and Crowley withdrawls ]

What a gentle beast. Aziraphale wants to pet it.

"Well, if you ever need a shoulder to rest on, you're more than welcome to mine."

"Oh! Look at that sweet face. I prefer this."

He wouldn't know.

Tsks and sighs. "Can we take a rain check. I really want to get started on this novel, besides you must be tired from all that posturing. How about a drink?" He smiles. "Being evil all day must be exhausting."

"Maybe?"

"What a coincidence. I'm absolutely free right now."

Returning their smile Aziraphale thanks Jael. "I'll do my best."

Turning on his heel, Aziraphale faces the demon, setting his hands upon his waist. "It's times like these where I find myself wishing I'd kept my flaming sword."