Chapter Text
It was a nice day; all the days had been nice recently. Especially since Maggie and Nina had come to the bookshop to ask Crowley and Aziraphale a very important question. They showed up one afternoon with coffee and eccles cakes, saying they had news and a request.
“So, we have something to tell the two of you, and something to ask of you both.” Maggie stated both shy and serious, Nina eyeing them at her side ready to deflect anything she didn’t like.
Aziraphale sat gingerly in his armchair, Crowley moving to perch on the arm beside him, leaning in ever so slightly.
Looking at one another they smiled, and Nina said, “Maggie has asked me to marry her, and I said yes before my fear could convince me otherwise.”
Aziraphale clapped his hands together excitedly and exclaimed, “Oh! How wonderful!”
Maggie reached out to still his erratic movements, her tone becoming a bit somber as she spoke again.
“Mr. Fell, Mr. Crowley, while we are also terribly excited, we also have a problem, you see my family doesn’t speak to me, and Nina, well you see, Nina lost her parents in an accident many years ago. So, we have no idea how to plan a wedding with no one but the two of us. I mean, I’d marry Nina at the courthouse and still have the same happiness.”
Nina cut in, squeezing Maggie’s hand. “But I don’t really want that. I want to be able to see my angel walking down the isle looking beautiful. Though if you ever tell anyone I said that I will deny it completely.” She covered, though the grin didn’t leave her lips.
Taking a deep breath Nina continued, “I guess what we are trying to get at, is that you two nut jobs have become our family, and this neighborhood, our friends. Do you think you could help us, fill the roles of our family for our wedding?”
The silence lingered for a few moments before Maggie began to try to back pedal, giving them an out if they didn’t want to.
“Of course, we know that it is a huge ask, and you are not obligated to us in any way, especially not you Mr. Fell, you have done so much for me and my family for so long.”
Before she could finish, Aziraphale knelt on one knee in front of Maggie, taking Maggie and Nina’s joined hands in his, smiling brightly. “My dears, there is nothing I would not do for you,” glancing at Nina to give her equal attention, “Both of you.”
Standing and taking Maggie with him he now held both of her hands, Nina remained on the sofa, just as Crowley remained perched on the arm of the chair. “Now, tell me, where do you want to start? What are your visions?”
Watching as Maggie and his Angel walked off to the back of the bookshop, he looked back at Nina, who was watching Maggie’s retreating back. He was trying to think of what to say. Deep down, he felt the warmth that came with the position he now found himself in, sort of father of the bride. He decided that he would treat Nina with even cool intention until she decided how she wanted this to go.
“Well, it would seem as we have been dismissed. How about we go for a drink you and me?”
Nina exhaled sharply, the tension leaving her body when she was not met with the same giggly exuberance that Maggie received, that was not her style. She realized that this was likely why she let more of a connection to Crowley than Mr. Fell.
Grateful for the change in subject, Nina stood saying “Yep! Definitely, need a drink.”
Crowley stood and walked to the front door, opening it for Nina, and offering his arm, she looked at him with a side eye for a moment before Crowley said “May as well try it out now, to see how it feels. I mean if I am going to be walking you then we had better figure out how you want that to look before that day, yeah?”
Smiling slightly, she hooked her hand into the crook of his elbow and together they walked down the street to the Dirty Donkey pub.
As they entered, she smiled knowingly as the perfect table suddenly became available. She turned to the demon at her side and said “Man, that’s handy.”
Crowley pulled the chair out for her and asked her what she wanted to drink. She asked for a glass of wine, he turned and retreated to the bar leaving her to think on things while she waited.
Crowley walked to the bar and placed his order for a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape 1941, knowing that the bartender would suddenly find two bottles chilling in the cellar. Taking the bottle and glasses, he paid, with a hefty tip and returned to the table where he left Nina.
Swinging himself impossibly into the chair across the table he gently set the glasses down and expertly uncorked the bottle.
“A whole bottle, that’s ambitious at ten in the morning.” She smiled as she took her glass.
Sipping the wine, she felt the taste roam along her tongue and said “Damn, what is this! It’s amazing.”
“This my dear shop keeper is 1941 Chateauneuf-du-Pape, one of the best years by far. We are celebrating, only the best. And it’s only ambitious if we finish the bottle at ten in the morning.” He said winking, knowing full well they would have no problem emptying the bottle.
“So, you wanna talk about it? Or maybe you can just tell me your Richard Curtis moment.”
“My Richard Curtis moment? Who is Richard Curtis?”
Scoffing in mock offense “Who is Richard Curtis?!?!? Have you never seen “Genie” Momma Mia” “About Time”?”
Thinking to herself she found the shock when she realized all those movies were romantic comedies. “And here I thought Mr. Fell was the dark horse between you two. A romantic…. I would have never pegged you.” She grunted as she smiled into her wine glass.
Crowley made several unintelligible noises before he cleared his throat and muttered as he sipped more wine. “You don’t tell, and I won’t” giving her a conspiratorial wink.
Meanwhile, back at the bookshop, Aziraphale and Maggie were seated next to each other as they looked at Maggie’s lap top browsing through pictures of wedding ideas and dresses and flowers.
“Maggie, all of these are lovely, but none of them seem to be things you desire. What is it that you want? When you think about marrying Nina, what vision do you see? Of all days, this one should reflect you both. And honestly, I am not sure that any of this is what Nina wants either. And knowing Crowley like I do, he is going to see through it if she shows him the same kinds of things.”
Maggie found herself overcome with emotion; she knew that none of this was what she saw when she imagined their day. She was also afraid to tell him, she didn’t want to be judged for the honest simplicity of it. She looked at Aziraphale and took a deep breath, closing her eyes she let her mind drift towards what she wanted.
As she began to describe it, Aziraphale gently placed his hand on her shoulder, knowing that she needed the support.
“Flowers everywhere, not just flowers, all manner of plants, and not cut, but more a garden in bloom. You know that buzz of life all around. I want to wear a simply dress that flows when I walk. I want tiny flowers woven into my hair. I want to smell the flowers, and when I breathe deep, I want to smell that scent of coffee that you get when Nina first opens in the morning.” Smiling she said “You know that’s why I open my front door so early, to get that smell, and to see her wave from over the road. That is how it started for us. A simple hello”
“Maggie, I’d like to try something, but I want you to have full knowledge of it before hand so you can decide.”
She eyed him curiously but nodded.
“I want to see if I can see what you see. See through your eyes, and then I want to show you something. But I need you to understand that what I want to show you can not be explained, it must simply be accepted. Do you think you can do that?”
Maggie appeared to be mulling things over, knowing she is a curious creature, but also holds him and Crowley in a high regard, enough to tamp down the questions.
“I can try. Is that enough for now?”
Nodding, he gently touched her temple and told her to imagine the scene she just described.
Images came into focus and Aziraphale worked to make sure he didn’t overload her, that way the images remained in order. He could see Maggie open her shop door just as Nina moved outside to set of the tables, he could smell the coffee and see how Nina waved, and how Maggie’s heart fluttered at the gesture. How even though they were a couple who lived together and had for two years now, they still shared this simple thing every day.
“Oh Maggie,” his heart ached with how much she loved Nina. “This is wonderful. Truly”
Maggie laughed softly. She then began to think about the day she proposed. She had been nervous for weeks, trying to find the right moment, but started to feel like it would never come. Then one day, they were walking along an open air market, when Nina stopped at a booth of flowers and when she let go of Maggie’s hand to lean in to smell a flower, Maggie suddenly pulled the ring from her pocket and gently pressed herself up against Nina’s back, her lips so close, that they brushed Nina’s ear as she spoke. “Marry me, let me be the reason you smile every morning. I want to be the one you wave to first every morning when you open. I want to be the place you come home to every night. Forever”
Aziraphale held his breath, feeling like he was intruding on something VERY personal. But Maggie continued with the memory.
Nina pressed her body into Maggie’s and reached her hand back to hold her head as she spoke, “The scent of these flowers will now be burned into my brain for the rest of my life. Every morning when I wave at you, my heart will stutter with all the love I have for you.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes” and Nina gently let go of Maggie and held her hand up, and felt the warm metal ring slide down her long finger.
Turning to face each other, they stared, looks full of love and longing and desire for whatever the future might hold for them. That was when the rain started, they both laughed as they dashed between awnings, arriving at their front door soaked and in love. Standing under the cover of the awning on their building, they kissed.
Suddenly Aziraphale was standing in a garden on a roof top, the faint scent of coffee and flowers and greenery filling the air. And he could see all the things that Maggie wanted for her and Nina. He understood and would do all he could to make sure that they got it.
“Now that is much better. Much more accurate. Thank you for showing me. It makes it easier to try to help. Can I ask another question?’
“Sure” she said, a dreamy lilt to her voice still.
“Do you not want guests at the actual ceremony?”
“Oh!, Um, well, you see. Nina and I kind of hope to keep the ceremony as private as possible and then have our guests at the reception. After the engagement, we loved the idea of things being just for us. I mean, well you know now about how I popped the question. It seems silly thinking about it now.”
He cut her off quickly, “Goodness! How can you think it silly? Is it because I know now? Maggie, it was one of the most perfectly romantic things I have ever seen. I think that it was perfect. You found the perfect moment and took it. What on earth could be silly about that?”
“You really think so?”
“I do my dear. But you know that it doesn’t matter what I think, its that you and Nina found it to be perfect. That is what counts. I should only hope that any romantic interludes I ever get to experience would be that natural and tailored to me and my partner’s situation.”
Maggie was struck silent, assuming that he and Crowley had been together…..well…forever.
“Wait! Mr. Fell, you mean to tell me that you have never had a Richard Curtis moment?”
Aziraphale scoffed, “Oh lord, not you too! Crowley watches Richard Curits films. And no, I have not had any romantic gestures. Not that I can think of any way. But what’s that got to do with helping you and Nina have the most beautiful wedding?”
Maggie let it go for now, but she and Nina were absolutely talking about this tonight! Did these two not realize what they had? She thought to herself in disbelief.
Back at the pub, Nina and Crowley had nearly finished the bottle and Crowley found himself resting his chin in his had, leaning forward as Nina retold her and Maggie’s Richard Curtis moment. When she had finished with the kiss under the awning Crowley slapped his hand down on the table, and almost shouted, “See! Told you, kissing in the rain! Vavoom! Every time!”
Nina jumped slightly when he hit the table, but he didn’t give her time to protest before he grabbed her hand and yanked her up, dragging her behind him as he exited the pub.
Crowley walked towards the bookshop, Nina stumbling to keep up, but laughing all the way. “Where are we going Crowley! Slow down.”
Bursting through the front door, Crowley started shouting “Angel! Angel! Where are you! I have to tell you something! Aziraphale, where are you?”
He came up short when he nearly collided with Aziraphale, his sudden stop sending Nina into Maggie’s arms.
“Crowley, good lord, what on earth are you shouting about?” Taking in the demon’s stance and lack of sunglasses, and the fact that he didn’t seem to notice his eyes were exposed. “Are you drunk?”
“Aziraphale! Listen! Nina, tell him! Come on NINA! It proves ma point!” he slurred a bit grabbing the angel’s arm to steady himself.
‘Tell him what exactly?” Nina said, snuggling herself into the soft body holding her, burrowing her face into the neck, inhaling her scent happily.
“Tell ‘em ‘bout the Richard Curtis moment! Tell him about the rain, and the kissing and the awning! S’my point Angel! Vavoom!”
Crowley was starting to lean into Aziraphale, who without thinking, just held on to him, keeping him close so he didn’t fall. Crowley looked up at Aziraphale’s face and slurred, “Angel, I’m tellin ya. Get humans wet, and kissing, VAVOOM!” he tried to clap his hands to emphasize the vavoom, but his hands slid off one another.
“I’m sorry Maggie my dear. It would seem that these two mus’nt be left unsupervised when they are together.” He apologized as he started to walk Crowley towards his armchair, and Maggie slowly sat on the sofa, letting Nina slump down into her lap, absently stroking her braids.
“Oh Mr. Fell don’t worry. They will both be fine. Besides, from what I could make sense of, Crowley was talking about the day I proposed to Nina, so you know already. And, truth be told, he is right. It was very romantic.”
“Yes, it was love. The perfect moment really.” Nina was now sitting a bit more upright, attempting to sober up as much as she could.
“Crowley,” she said.
“Yeah” came the soft drunken reply as he gazed at the angel working to get all his limbs arranged in the chair, all the while knowing it would never happen. When Aziraphale finally gave up and settled for the demon not falling out of the chair, Crowley laughed lightly, “Mmmm a serpent, angel, never gonna sit proper.” He hiccupped and smiled up at him.
“Well ladies, I’m afraid wedding planning has gone as far as it can today. I will help you get Nina home. Crowley, stay there, I will be right back.” He said slowly backing up, making sure that the demon wouldn’t slide from the seat.
“Just be right here waitin fer ya ta get back.’
“Good” he resisted the temptation to say boy after that. Thank heavens, this was Crowley after all. He was neither good, nor a boy for that matter, both by his own declaration.
When Aziraphale returned, what seemed like hours later, he found Crowley gone from the chair. He looked around the shop, seeing his shoes and jacket still in the chair, he knew he was here somewhere. He decided to speed things up and let his senses stretch out, and suddenly realized that he was up on the rooftop.
Stepping out on to the roof, he was left gob smacked, when he saw the most beautiful garden he had ever seen. Flowers of all colors and varieties, greenery, lush and vibrant, the whole scene vibrating with life, and a miracle.
“Crowley? Are you out here?” he called gently, not wanting to startle him, or step on him if he had changed to his snake form. He knew that in times of stress or heightened emotions he found it easier to be a snake.
“Over here, Angel.” The small voice called.
Aziraphale turned towards the sound and found his demon sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling over the edge, eyes turned up to the night’s sky.
“May I sit with you?” he asked, giving him the chance to say no. He knew he’d rarely said no to him.
Crowley snapped his fingers, and a red, gold and blue tartan cushion appeared on the ledge next to Crowley.
“This is lovely dear, thank you.”
Crowley, simply nodded and said “yeah, sure.”
They sat in silence for a long while each looking around at the street below them and the sky above them alternately.
Crowley was the first to break the silence. “Angel, are we missing something?”
“What do you mean dear? Missing something?”
“I dunno, just wonder if being on Earth all this time, if we are missing something. Something that the humans have figured out all on their own.”
He chanced a glance at Aziraphale and relaxed a tiny bit when he saw him looking at a light in a window across the road, apparently giving his reply thought he felt it deserved. Crowley realized that he did this any time he asked the angel a deep question. He would give him the time to contemplate his answer.
Aziraphale heard the question but felt his heart stammer when he realized that he wasn’t sure what page they were on. He glanced at Crowley, but the demon was staring at his own feet as he spoke, so Aziraphale starred across the way thinking about how to answer that, for them both.
This wasn’t an angel and demon thing, nothing for humans to figure out there. Same thing with heaven and hell, both pretty easy to sus out. Were they missing something? Some point they should have gotten, something that surely if humans had figured it out, they should have as well. I mean, maybe they knew of this point, but hadn’t experienced it?
He was spiraling and he didn’t think he could stop himself, when he felt a hand lightly on his, stopping him from worrying the edge of his waistcoat further.
“Stop, angel. It’s not a test. There is no punishment coming from anyone if you don’t know the answer.”
When his eyes met Crowley’s, the reply he had died on his tongue. They just looked at each other. Slowly, once he felt the angel’s fingers let go of the fabric, he slowly pulled his hand away.
This conversation had too much potential to wade into territory that they had spent thousands of years skirting. Crowley sighed, perhaps tonight was not the night for it. He rose to stand then reached his hand out for the Angel’s.
“Come on Angel, let’s go inside before it rains.”
Just as the realization hit Aziraphale, just as their hands touched, a bolt of lightening struck out it’s path across the dark sky, the sound reverberating in his ribcage. His eyes went wide with it, adrenaline and sudden clarity, and a bit of fear. They were still and angel and a demon.
He took the offered hand and stood, realizing that the demon hadn’t seen his expression. Together they walked towards the door. Just as Crowley entered the door, the first rain drops fell upon the Angel’s face. He stopped just outside the door, waiting, face turned up to where the rain fell. When he felt the tug on his had as Crowley realized he had stopped walking, he turned back. Aziraphale was standing in the rain, gentle face turned up to welcome it, a small smile on his face and it make Crowley’s heart slam into his ribs and his stomach fall to his feet. What was he doing?
“Angel?” he asked softly, not really knowing what Aziraphale was thinking.
The silence hung in the air as the rain began to come down heavier now. Crowley watched as Aziraphale stood in the rain, his curls sticking to his forehead, his clothing becoming dark with the water. Crowley couldn’t tell what was going on here. So many options raced through his mind, now sobered from the wine.
Aziraphale felt every drop hit his body, the rivulets of water beginning to run through his hair and down his face. He wasn’t sure what was happening here, as there were too many options and just as many outcomes to ponder. But right now, the world was still, save for the rain falling and the thunder rolling across the clouds.
Crowley bravely said his name again, a little louder this time.
‘Angel?” the question on his lips before he could stop it.
When Aziraphale abruptly brought his face down to meet Crowley’s eyes, all he could see was that gentle golden color staring back at him, in question, in fear, in love? It was hard to read, even with the sunglasses gone.
Suddenly Crowley found that the angel’s grip on his had tightened and he was now standing in the rain, staring into blue eyes that were even more turbulent than the storm above.
“Crowley.” He said as he felt his other had come up to hold his cheek, softly touching.
Before either of them knew what was happening, their lips met. Lightning struck the ground below them, taking out the streetlights, and thunder clapped loudly overhead. But none that mattered, even if it was protest, all that existed for them was the feeling of their lips dancing, their tongues tasting, and the hands that came to hold one another as close as possible.
Crowley snapped his fingers and time stopped, he was confused, too many emotions ruling his thoughts to find any sense of reason. This was the only thing he could think to do. He couldn’t let Aziraphale risk himself, not like this. No matter how much he realized in that moment that he loved him, that he had always loved him. That is what he had been missing, that was the point. But when does love come at too great a cost? When does love cross a line too far? When he opened his eyes, he realized that there were water droplets frozen in mid fall, and even the angel had gone still. What had he done? Aziraphale had never been affected by his stopping of time. Had he wanted this, manifested the amount of power it would take to freeze even an angel?
He managed to untangle himself from the only arms he had ever wanted to be tangled in. And it caused him a great pain. As he got some space, he noticed something, a think red thread floating in the air. Following it with his eyes he moved from himself to Aziraphale and realized it was connecting the two of them.
“What the fuck is this? Some sick joke?!?!” he screamed into the silence. Knowing that demons don’t get soulmates. They are fallen, disconnected from Her grace, and never able to connect on that level, nature of the fall. When he was met with only silence, he began to study the link. It was vibrant red and glowing with a golden light, a mix of each of them, woven together so tightly that it was a single entity now. Had this been six thousand years in the making? Could it truly be? He needed answers, answers he knew would never come. They never had. He fell to his knees before his angel, prostrate before the only being he loved, broken and crying. Weeping for all the knowledge he had that now made no sense, and the knowledge that it never would. This was his lot, to always wonder, never to know. But this, this was soul crushing. One final blow from God Herself.
Head in his hands he cried, “Why?” he was lost in the storm when something changed, a shift. He felt it and knew that he had nothing to do with it. He heard what he thought was a voice say, “Because he loves you.”
He jerked his head up sudden anger causing him to smoke.
“What?”
“Because he loves you. As he was made to do. He is a being of love, and he chooses to love you.”
“Wait, what? Are you saying HE did this? Built this between us? That’s not possible. If you think that then you don’t know Aziraphale as well as you think you do.”
Who was he talking to? He felt like he was going mad. But fuck it, he was going to press while he had someone listening, did it matter who it was?
“My angel would never, he is fussy, and stubborn, protective, and full of reasons. Why would he constantly reject me, and all the while be making this?” he gestured to the glowing thread between them.
“Because he loves you.”
The voice was gone, and Crowley was so lost to his heartbreak that he didn’t even feel it as the rain started falling again. He didn’t even feel it when Aziraphale caught up and found Crowley on his knees in front of him. The angel fell to the ground in front of the demon, water splashing with the contact.
Then they were eye to eye, but Aziraphale realized that Crowley was staring right through him, not seeing him at all.
“CROWLEY! What happened?” the angel quickly gathered him up and carried him inside and gently laid him on his bed and began examining him for the reason that would explain what was happening.
“Oh, Crowley what has happened? My dear boy, please come back to me.” He gently caressed his face, wishing, hoping, praying that the demon would open his eyes and see him.
Aziraphale felt the sting of hot tears running down his cheeks. He decided to try the only other thing he know, he leaned down and whispered against the shell of Crowley’s ear, “I know you froze time, though how you froze me is strange, and if you managed that then you have discovered my deepest, most hidden secret. I made the thread after we met again in Eden. After losing you to the fall, I knew I couldn’t survive if I lost you again. So when I saw you there, I made the thread. You were a beautiful serpent, and I was able to coax you close enough to loop the link around your essence. I would always know where you were, and you me. The only was to break it completely is destruction. It was the only way I knew how to make sure you were still around.”
Aziraphale went silent, there was so much more to say, but he chose instead to simply hold Crowley’s hand and wait. It would be 3 days before he stirred. His eyes slowly opened and looked frantically around until he realized he wasn’t alone.
“Angel?” his voice dry and hoarse from disuse.
Aziraphale scooted closer, looking for those amber eyes to finally see him, to see life once again return to his friend.
“Yes, I’m here.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“What happened?” he tried to sit up, and was helped by the angel, and propped up on pillows.
“Well, that is the question.” He was evading and he knew it. But he wanted to see how much he remembered before he went further.
Crowley searched Aziraphale’s face until the events of the night started coming back to him, and his face scrunched up at the memory.
The angel reached out to touch his face but hesitated before touching him.
“Angel, why? Why would you do this? Do you have any idea the danger you could have been in, being tied to a demon? To me?”
The angel knew, but he still had no regret about that particular decision.
“Crowley, its not that simple. When I chose to make this…..this….connection between us, I knew that you didn’t remember meeting me before, and I knew you may never understand why, but I was ok with that. Just as I am willing to accept that you may be angry with me for tying you to me.”
“Aziraphale, its not about me, I’m a demon, what would happen to you if heaven found out? What if they destroyed you? I couldn’t survive losing you again.” The demon trailed off realizing what he said.
“Losing me again? When did you lose me before?”
UGH, Crowley was not interested in this conversation, but knew the angel wouldn’t let him wiggle out of it that easy.
“When the book shop burned down, I came back for you, but I couldn’t sense you anywhere. Not even in heaven. You were just gone.”
Aziraphale sat in stunned silence, the words “I’ve lost my best friend” carried a deeper tone now that he understood.
“Crowley, if you managed to freeze me, then you know about the thread. Can I ask you, what color was the thread?”
Crowley made a face but answered. “It was red, but glowing gold. Why? What does that mean?”
The angel smiled at this, “It means that over the last six thousand years, the bond became a two-way connection, your essence slowly, over time, bleeding into mine.”
“How can that be, I didn’t even know it existed until that night.” He was a bit belligerent, but this was crazy.
“I don’t know my dear. I do know that it only works if both souls are willingly together, when feelings are strong.”
“So, you mean to tell me, you lassoed me with this thread thing millennia ago and I slowly added myself to it, without even knowing?”
Aziraphale sat on the bed beside Crowley, “I think that, when feelings exist, the thread simply incorporates them into the thread’s connection. So yes, I believe that it happened over time and you didn’t know why.”
Crowley appeared to be thinking over the new information. He then turned his gaze to the angel. “So that night, the rain, that kiss in the garden, that was.. what exactly?”
The angel blushed and dipped his head. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
“Fuss?!’
A bit exasperated Aziraphale replied, “Yes, the fuss. You and Maggie both went on about the ‘Richard Curtis moment’ and rain and awnings, and I just wanted to know. And when you brought up the, missing something bit, I thought that was my chance.”
He waited to see what the demon would say. When he was quiet for far too long, Aziraphale broke the silence.
“I’m terribly sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed the boundary we have had for so long.” He started to get up, but he was stopped but a hand on his thigh.
“Aziraphale. Do you love me?” he asked earnestly, his eyes bright with it.
Aziraphale dove into those eyes, and as a drowning man he said, “Yes, I do think I do. Quite a lot actually.”
Crowley slid his other hand up to hold the nape of the angel’s neck, while the hand on his thigh moved to his back, he then pulled the angel closer.
“I love you too.”
And he kissed him, gently. No rush, no heat, just love.
They separated and Crowley only broke eye contact when he heard his phone buzzing on the nightstand. Glancing over he saw it was Nina but decided not to answer right now. He would call her back.
“What now angel?”
“Well, it has been three days, how about lunch? And then we go visit our brides to be and get back to wedding planning, father of a bride.” He smiled and winked.
“Bastard” Crowley smirked.
The angel got a bit more serious. “As for us, I don’t know what happens now. How about we just do what we have always done and wait and see what happens?”
Aziraphale got up and started to walk out of the room, hearing his demon mutter “Do you have any idea how irritating that is?”