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The view really was rather spectacular from Proxima Centauri B, something Crowley had assured Aziraphale of in his bid to convince the angel to flee with him. At the time, Crowley had a very bare-bones understanding of Alpha Centauri, let alone how aesthetically pleasing the view was, and had merely said it to convince Aziraphale to come with him. And yet, as so often is the case, Crowley had been right.
Though Crowley hadn't proposed the idea to Aziraphale until the world was coming to an end and there were very few options left, it was something that had been firmly wedged in the back of his mind since 2016.
See, Crowley had of course heard of Alpha Centauri around the time of its creation, but it wasn't until he was in the process of tempting Mark Zuckerberg into a series of poor business decisions and had miracled his way into being a board member on a project he hadn't bothered to learn the name of alongside Mr Zuckerberg, in an attempt to more thoroughly convince him, that he realised Alpha Centauri had the potential to be an incredibly useful asset to him, should the need arise.
Though he never fully understood the purpose of the Breakthrough Starshot project, from what he gathered, the aim was a flyby mission to photograph a planet incredibly similar to Earth, within the habitable zone of the star it orbited.
Now, Crowley had made an effort to shun anything star-related since his fall from heaven, but found the idea of a planet so far away, and yet so perfectly similar to their own oddly pleasant. Of course, he knew the planet being so similar to Earth was most likely just lazy designing by whichever angle was responsible for it, and yet as they discussed the possibility of sending a ship to photograph the star system and costs and budgets and such, he found himself entranced by the idea of simply taking off, taking his angle and simply existing, away from the prying eyes of Beelzebub and the archangels.
And now here he sat, his legs crossed and thrown over the armrest of the sofa he shared with his Aziraphale, the angel's head resting lazily on his shoulder, admiring the stars.
“Angle?”
“Hmmm?” Aziraphale was far too relaxed for proper responses, happy and satiated after an especially pleasant round of tea and biscuits.
The demon turned to look at his Angle, his angular nose lightly brushing blond hairs as he did. His golden, snake-like eyes, no longer burdened by the need for dark glasses, could clearly see every wrinkle, pore, and hair that graced the angel's face, as well as the soft smile resting on his lips.
“Do you ever wonder, if we hadn't left, how the whole end of the world thing would have played out?”
The soft rise and fall of the angel's chest halted, his breath hitching as he straightened his back and lay his head, now upright, against Crowley's arm splayed out across the top of the sofa they shared.
“Well, of course. It's only natural, isn't it? Such an act as the end of the world is bound to make an angel wonder. Though, I must admit, I do question whether we made the right decision. I mean all of those people, Crowley, all those lives and plans and events completely derailed.”
He looks unseeingly to the stars as he speaks, pale eyes becoming watery as they search through constellations for answers.
“I do wonder-” Aziraphale whispers “If we made the right decision.”
As he trails off, pale eyes sway to meet yellow, his melancholy somewhat sated as he looks into Crowley's eyes, the memory of black aviators which now lay dusty with dissues in one of the many draws within the lone home gracing the surface of their little world.
Their home, overflowing with books and pristine exotic plants, yellow ivy coloured walls pictured behind the sofa on which they now sat, small pink flowers blooming along its vines.
“Perhaps not, but Angel, there's only so long one can postpone the inevitable. Global warming, overconsumption, poverty, and so on and on and on. Humans, Angel, I fear are self-destructive by design. But then again what do I know, after all it is intended to be ineffable, isn't it?”
Crowley's arm had tightened around his shoulder as he spoke, lithe hand slithering up to toy with the blonde tufts of his hair.
“I suppose you're right, though, if we ever fancied a bit of adventure, maybe we could pay earth a little visit? I'm sure we could fly under the radar if we were discrete enough, and a bit of mischief sounds like a jolly old time, doesn't it? We could even bring the Bentley, go on a proper drive for olds times sake, heaven knows (it really doesn't) she hasn't gotten to properly stretch her metaphorical legs in an age. I'd even let you play your bee-bop, at a reasonable volume, of course.”
“Yknow what Angel? That might not be a half bad idea.”
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