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''Well, I guess today is your lucky day, Aziraphale!“, Gabriel said with a smirk on his face. ''It appears, that your sword has been found.“
The angel seemed perplex at those words. It's not like he lost it (again), but it was rather picked up after the apocalypse that didn't happened. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about this. But he forced a soft smile on his face, ''Oh my.. well those are some good news I suppose. I thought it was already in safe hands.. Where was it found?“
''Oh I'll give you the coordinates. It's not far outside of London. Be sure to be there as soon as possible before it vanishes again.“
Aziraphale blinked with confusion. ''So it is still there? Who found it and why wasn't it taken back to heav..“, the angel had many question but was rudely interrupted by Gabriel, ''That doesn't really matter now, doesn't it?“, the crooked smile on his face was long gone as he starred Aziraphale down with his intimidating purple eyes.
''The most important thing is, that it is still there and you, Aziraphale, are his rightful owner, and the one who lost it in the first place. So I advise you to go and get it, before someone else does. Your pet demon has a car, doesn't he? You can take him with you for all i care.“
Aziraphale swallowed hard at those words. Since when does Gabriel care about Crowley? He never mentioned him even once after the Armageddon't and it even seemed like he was trying to erase him from his memories after the failed execution on both of us. The angel felt something like a knot in his stomach. Something didn't seemed right.
''Any more questions?“, Gabriel asked with an intimidating voice. Aziraphale shook his head. ''Well then..“, the archangel clapped his hands,“I'm looking forward on your report. Don't mess it up.“ And with those words, Gabriel went of, leaving the angel, still confused, in the big white hall.
*****
Meanwhile in the bookshop, Crowley waited patiently for his angel. Or.. at least he tried to. He actually intended to surprise Aziraphale with some self made cupcakes, for which he spent hours in the kitchen to make them perfect, a bottle of the finest (or most expensive) champagne he could find and one silver ring, emblazed with a beautiful garnet – the stone for eternal love – in a little dark Box. When Crowley let himself into the bookshop, he had found a note, placed on Ziras desk..
My Dear,
my attendance was needed in heaven.
I will be back soon.
Love, Aziraphale.
Great. He had everything planned so carefully just to find his angel nowhere to be seen. A deep sigh left his lips.
The demon wandered around the shop thinking. Their friendship has been up for over 6000 years, Armageddon't now lies 5 years in the past and their relationship has been official ever since that lovely evening at the Ritz back then.
To the world.. These words passed Crowleys thoughts every now and then. Ngh.. he planned his words so carefully and even wrote them down on a piece of paper, but the absence of his angel threw him completely of tracks. ''Aziraphale.. no. Angel! Angel.. i would like to ask you.. nah that's stupid..'' Crowley was clearing his throat and practised his words in front of a mirror. ''Angel.. we have been friends since.. since the beginning.. Or at least i liked you since we first met in Eden... Did he even liked me?'' He asked his mirror self. ''I mean.. I don't know, now that I think about it. Could have gotten him an apple. Naah he could've interpreted that very wrong for all i know..''
His hands started shaking and Crowley could feel his throat turning into sandpaper. "Ok fuck thisss!" He hissed as he was stomping his feet. The demon took a deep breath as he decided to just improvise while putting his tiny note back in his jacket. That's not me.. I know Angel loves me for just being me. No need to pretend anything. He looked at the ring and smiled. But I do hope he says yes..
He put the ring-box back in his pocket and started to move the furniture in the back room, to make some space for a cosy, white blanket on the floor. The cupcakes were placed on a big silver plate, and the champagne, with two glasses of course, were now safe on the coffee table.
Well that looks good enough.. Now what?
Time works different in Heaven so Crowley had no idea when his angel would return. His eyes fell on some vinyl discs lying next to a record player.
He looked through them until he found what he was indirectly looking for.. Queen – Greatest Hits the first pressing from 1981. Jackpot! It took some time to admire this beautiful treasure and he wondered if Aziraphale had it in his collection just for the sake of it, or maybe as some kind of treat for his demon.
Carefully, the disc was placed on the record player and as soon as Crowley heard the first note of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' reaching his ear, he let go of his troubled mind and started singing and dancing dramatically like nobody's watching..