The Ineffable Future ft. An Ineffable Pair
05 Jun 2019
Humans. Their affections fester into madness and burn out like matches. Only those lucky enough to love someone that acts as their kerosene find it to be everlasting. Crowley may favor a fast-paced life, but humans are always in a dead-sprint to marry their soul-mate. Well, when one’s life expectancy is so short it does make a good deal of sense.
Crowley isn’t human, and he is blessed (no pun intended. Seriously, he’s a demon) to not have been created as one. The perks of immortality and corrupted divinity are far too enjoyable. But he must admit he’s grown soft. Soft for one peckish angel in particular, and to partake in more human traditions.
In which Crowley can't handle another 6000 years of pining and Aziraphale is very much himself.
22 Jul 2019
“Angel…” Crowley hesitates. “What’s it say?”
Aziraphale swallows thickly. “She’s...she’s a gift.”
It’s as he suspected, but still can’t believe. “From whom?”
A firm believer in show, don’t tell apparently, Aziraphale flips the paper his way.
"t gravely tooketh thee two six thousand years to receiveth together. lest I not letting either of thee waste another second. -G"
Translation: "It seriously took you two six thousand years to get together. I'm not letting either of you waste another second. -G"
Crowley can’t say what they’re both thinking. Aziraphale can.
“It appears God has sent us a baby.”