Aziraphale: There’s a pandemic going on, we cannot go outside dear boy!
Crowley who knew about the virus because hell made it and didnt tell Aziraphale so he would have an excuse to stay inside and cuddle with his angel: Ah truly unfortunate, how do you like your tea?
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At last I’m posting the story I’ve been working on for 2+ years - it’s a Christmas miracle! This is a complete story; chapters will be posted weekly.
Chapter 1: Brave New World
It begins, as these things often do, with a question.
Aziraphale knows, from both experience and observation, that questions are typically frowned upon in Heaven. They seem to be more interested in obedience, which they dress up as faith, but that’s just a fancy name, isn’t it? He tries not to dwell on these sorts of thoughts, but he finds them creeping in with increasing frequency, seeping through the cracks of his resolve.
Thoughts.
Questions.
Not doubts, per se, he is still steadfast on the Ineffable Plan, no matter what Heaven has to say on the matter.
But he’s curious.
What he’s most curious about lately is the nature of love.
Very quick sketches I did from some of your lovely suggestions in my Instagram story ! Can’t do everything but I’ll try my best, so there’s more to come !
It’s a great practice exercice for me so thanks to those who sent ideas ♡
