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Life after the non-apocalypse found Aziraphale and Crowley spending nearly every moment together. It was a rather surreal feeling, indeed, Aziraphale noted. For the first time, they could exist alongside each other without false pretenses. Aziraphale finally didn’t need to spend half their interaction working out just how he’d explain it to Head Office. He’d made his choice, and he’d never been happier. His gaze landed on the ginger sprawled over the couch across from him.
The Serpent of Eden peered into his wine goblet as he swirled his glass. He watched the maroon liquid slosh up the sides before falling back down. It reminded him of all the lives that The Arrangement had spared. Lives which he and Aziraphale saved. Crowley turned his attention to the soft angel. Maybe it was due to the vast quantities of alcohol they’d consumed, but the demon thought his principality looked tired. Shit, with all the work the two of them accomplished, they needed a break. He clumsily announced, “We could go away together!”
“Go away? Together? My dear, are you all right?” He fretted that, perhaps, an odd sort of Heavenly after-effect was afflicting the serpent. Aziraphale attempted to gently remind Crowley, “We’ve averted the apocalypse, and were denounced by our former sides—”
“Y-mmm, yeah, that’s my point! We could go off and have a normal vacation! Anywhere in the world! Together! Just the two of us!” He looked into Aziraphale’s eyes.
The angel considered it. A vacation did sound rather nice. He could do with some time away from, well, everything – everything, save for Crowley.