A collection of work on the Counterparts golden era, starting with the Garden of Eden. I'm not a believer in any way, but this doesn't stop me from having my own opinion on the religious status of the angels, does it? Also, the relation between Crowley and Aziraphale being hinted, that's my point of view. You're bound to get a little more than close after 6000 years with someone you complete, hence the title. Don't like it, don't read it.
All the rest, enjoy. - E White
"Imagine."
The blonde angel turned his face to the snake at his side, slick with the fresh rain that it hadn't sheltered from. Its yellow eyes were turned towards the magnificent sunset, reflecting onto the green scales that covered it.
"Imagine what?" he asked, blinking.
"Someday, all this'll be ruined. Like, bam, gone." The snake sighed, which sounded very much like a melancholic hiss. The angel kept his eyes on it. His immense wings shuddered when a rain-drop from overhead hit one; he closed his blue eyes and turned back to watching the last rays of sun on the first day of Eden's creation. Neither of them spoke again for a long time and when the silence was finally broken, the last of the rays had licked the garden of its lustre, leaving it blank and dark. Nothing stirred, for nothing had yet learned to besides the angel and snake.
"The people will create something as beautiful as this, though." the angel murmured. Apparently he'd spent the whole two hours since the snake had spoken to formulate that phrase.
Said snake looked up at the angel. If it had had eyebrows, one of them would have been raised.
"You're too optimistic. Humans aren't made for creating; otherwise they'd be initiators, like angels. They're built to destroy."
The angel smiled and everything seemed to smile with him, the serpent looked merely skeptic.
"And you are far too pessimistic, serpent. Nothing He can make with such pride can be ravagers. I promise you."
The snake had its eyes on the angel still; the beatific being realised this and his cheeks flushed a little, inventing embarrassment. He looked down and then rose to his feet, curly hair falling around his shoulders.
"I should be getting back to the Gate."
"Angel?" The serpent hissed.
The angel turned and looked back at him, mid-step. It slithered from its place over to him and curled idly around his left ankle.
"Take me with you?" It looked up at him, cocked it head slightly. "I'm not getting anywhere fast."
The angel sighed.
"Y'know, we could be good partners." It seemed to smirk, eyes glittering in the dark.
"I doubt that, Crawly. I sincerely do."