Chapter Text
In the beginning…
The first-ever rain begins as they watch the two humans depart from Eden. Crowley instinctively shuffles closer to the angel and ducks his head under the nearest white wing. The wing lifts, rotates to make a better shield against the falling water. Crowley is surprised.
He has been among demons for so long. He has forgotten how to expect kindness. If he’d tried to take shelter under another demon’s wing, that demon would have shoved him away. In fact, Crowley can’t quite figure why he looked to the angel for aid in the first place. Perhaps he acted on a knowledge so deep that even the time since the fall hasn’t erased it: this is what angels do. They offer little acts of service to each other.
Aziraphale probably expects the demon to reciprocate. Ha! Crowley is pleased to shatter that ridiculous assumption. Let this be a lesson on the nature of demons.
Except the angel is just standing there serenely. He doesn’t even abandon Crowley to go seek his own shelter under the trees. The rain falls unhindered on his curly hair and is beginning to soak into his weak human-ish body. He doesn’t seem to expect anything in return, and yet he offers more than what Crowley dared to steal. Apparently he does know enough about demons to expect only selfishness.
And Crowley thinks, well fuck THAT expectation instead.
He cranes his black wing around under Aziraphale’s white one and up over the angel’s head. Aziraphale blinks at the lack of rain. Looks up. Looks over to Crowley’s face. And smiles.