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Aziraphale had simply admired the other angel from afar. Bright red hair catching on every speckle of Light that graced the expanse of Heaven. An oh , what would Aziraphale give to learn his name properly. He knew he couldn’t just waltz up to Gabriel or Michael and ask them, no, he’d never hear the end of as to why he’d ask such a preposterous question. So, instead, he watched him from a distance gather a book and scroll and fly out to the vast unknown.
And he followed.
But followed was such a strong word, no, he simply decided he was just going to fly by, watch as the star maker crafted his masterpiece from a distance.
But then his gaze caught his light, and the next thing Aziraphale knew he was being hailed down by the beautiful angel himself.
“Yes?” he asked, eyes bright and hopeful, “Was that you?” He asked, his smile spreading as he allowed himself to bask in the proximity of the other. He was more stunning, more beautiful, up close. Closer than he had ever dared to dream, ever dare to be.
“Oh, hi, yeah.” He said, a smile on his lips as he glanced down at the paper in his hands and then back to Aziraphale. “Err… Look, if you don’t mind could you hold this, while I crank it all up?” Aziraphale could feel his smile drop, just a touch before he quickly placed it back on his lips. He watched, dazed and star struck as the angel worked, his own smile infectious and the joy that rolled off of him was addictive.
“Um….” he tried, desperate to have heard more from him, anything. He still didn’t have a name for the angel he had much more that admired for… well always, “I’m Aziraphale.” he introduced.
“Nice meeting you.” he replied, gaze turning away from him once more, and he felt scorned, as if his hair was truly composed of fire and left him burned in his need to be close to him.
He glanced away, resolving to the hope that he could lick his wounds in private, that was, until, “Look at you, you’re gorgeous.” he said, and Aziraphale could feel himself flush scarlet as he turned towards the star maker once more, intent to properly thank him for the compliment. And oh, he meant the scene before them. Of course. Why had he got his hopes up in the first place? How foolish.
But, he would realize, he’d stay a fool for eternity.