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It was a pleasantly nice day over London. Spring had finally, fully arrived. No more mud, no more heavy rains, no more bare trees or brown grass. Flowers were blooming, trees were budding in green, and fresh blades of grass were reaching up to the sky trying to touch the Heavens.
It was up in Heaven that God sat, watching Spring unfurl on Earth. A certain pair caught her eye and caused a smile to curl on her face.
One was shorter in height, not too short though, with a slightly pudgy frame and white-blond curly hair. His clothes seemed about 100 years or so out of fashion, but he didn’t mind. The other walking beside the shorter one was the polar opposite. He was tall, lanky, and all angles. His pants and shirts were tight except for his jacket, his red hair striking in an up flipped style. His sunglasses hid a secret only God herself knew of. The pair walked side by side as they had for millennia.
God’s eyes twinkled while she watched them. Whomever had said God doesn’t have a sense of humor clearly didn’t look around enough. Why else would she have created the platypus?
Yes, the tall one had once been one of her’s and yes...he was no longer part of Heaven, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy watching. And in the end, demons had once been angels which were something God had created. After their quick wit in their ‘Ineffable Plan’ to stop the Apocalypse, God almost had laughed out loud. It was exactly the thing she’d come to expect of these two.
Which is why, after the angels’ and demons’ punishments didn’t go as planned, she had decided to leave them be. It was...enjoyable to watch them. She had seen the looks, the touches throughout the thousands of years. The love they felt for each other was….ineffable.
God smiled. It was time for something new to happen.
Her eyes glowed as she formed said new thing into her hands.
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Crowley gently held Aziraphale's hand, eyes gazing gently behind black lenses at the soft angel. Aziraphale was babbling on about some new tea and Crowley was sure he'd hear about it later how he didn't fully listen, but he couldn't help it. His angel, his mate, his partner - they'd yet to actually elope and finalize anything according to Earth terms of what their partnership was labeled as - was the most beautiful being on this planet. He'd seen plenty of so called "beauties", but they were all fake. Fake beauty. Aziraphale had been wearing the same century clothes for 100 years now. He was content to not wear the modern look, he was content to be himself. Crowley found that gorgeous.
"Crowley?"
"Hmm?" asked the serpent demon, dragged from his thoughts.
Aziraphale huffed, pouting slightly, "My dear, if I'm that boring to you we can just change the topic of the conversation instead of you ignoring me."
Well, guess he was gonna hear about not listening sooner rather that later.
"You're not boring, angel." He brought the soft hand up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss in the back of it.
"Then why weren't you listening?"
"I was lost in thought, I'm sorry."
"And what, pray tell, were you lost in thought about?"
"How beautiful you are."
That shut Aziraphale right up. The angel blushed and cleared his throat. "O-oh…"
Crowley chuckled but said nothing.
They continued their walk back to Aziraphale's bookshop, both looking forward to settling in for the night with some soothing, classical music and some wine. Since the Apocalypse-That-Didn't-Happen that almost happened a year ago, the store had collected a few more rarities along with Adam's own collection stored safely in the back for safekeeping. They weren't Aziraphale's taste when it came to books, but they had come from Adam and he couldn't bear to part with them.
They both saw the familiar sign on the front door and both smiled. Aziraphale unlocked the door and held it open for Crowley, who nodded his thanks and ducked in. The angel followed, turning to relock the door.
"Uh...angel?"
"Hmm?"
"Were you expecting a delivery in a basket?"
"A what?" Aziraphale turned and his sky blue eyes widened. In the middle of the shop floor was a white basket with gold trimmings, a blanket inside the basket, and a note attached to the handle. He knew immediately the basket had come from Heaven. He glanced at Crowley, who looked like the basket contained a holy water bomb.
"My dear, I'm fairly certain if it was a trap they wouldn't have placed it directly in the middle of my shop."
"Mm…" responded Crowley.
Either way, they both stepped tentatively towards the basket, nervous. Aziraphale's wings unfurled to be able to shield Crowley just in case he was wrong.
Aziraphale snatched the note off the basket quickly, opened it, and read. As he did, Crowley decided to be brave and take a look under the blanket. The blanket was soft, very soft. Something Crowley remembered in a memory long ago. He lifted the blanket up and took in a gasp.
Aziraphale didn't hear the gasp as his brain was spinning. His hands shook as he held the note and it eventually fluttered to the floor, writing side face down, at his feet.
"Aziraphale…" Crowley called, voice shaking.
The angel looked over to see a silken egg laying in the basket with a faint glow coming from inside.
The note fluttered as Aziraphale walked over. It flipped over from the air as the angel passed, words visible.
'Principality Aziraphale,
It's time for something new to emerge. Take care of it, love it deeply.
Yours Truly,
God