This story was originally posted on my tumblr an ao3 accounts on the 5th of January, 2014. However, the breif cameo at the end was included in the originally posting, so I guess you get an exclusive version here?
The youngest angels hovered at the edge of vision, tiny joyful clouds of shadows and fluffy feathers. Not old enough yet to understand the intricacies of language, they communicated in happy squeals and bumbling chirps of surprise.
The older fledglings knew how to keep their shape, and played in the soft meadow. By now they had given up the bird sounds of their youth in favor of the Enochian they were taught by their older archangel brothers.
To the edge of the meadow, a tree stood proudly, its strands of leaves creating a canopy over the earth around it. In time it will be called a Willow, but for now it is just a tree.
At the base of the tree is one of the older fledglings. He has ruffled golden-blond hair that falls over his bright sky blue eyes. He sits with his knees to his chest, and his wings - folded around his knees - already manage to be messy, even without flight feathers.
This particular fledgling is named Aziraphale, and is a principality, even if he doesn't quite know what that means yet.
"Why are you sitting here alone?"
Aziraphale was surprised at the voice, as he hadn't noticed noticed the speaker approach. He must've come around from the back of the tree. Aziraphale looked up at the other angel now standing beside him. His dark hair, leaf green eyes and bright white, well-kept wings easily identified him as Crawliel, a fledgling of the same age as Aziraphale. (If not a few moments younger.)
Aziraphale moved his head sideways with a smile- the closest angelic expression to a shrug. "I just like to watch our brothers and sisters, I suppose."
Crawliel wanted to ask more, but didn't, thinking of how some of the others had said that his large number of questions weren't very polite. "... Can I sit with you?" He asked, hesitantly.
Aziraphale fixed him with a proud beaming smile, the sort of smile Crawliel would eventually respond to with mock-disdain and a muttered, 'Quiet, Angel.' For now, however, he takes it gratefully.
"Of course you can, my dear."
It was late afternoon by the time their older brother Gabriel found them. The two fledglings had fallen asleep under the tree, wings curled around each other as the used each other as pillows.
Gabriel clucked his tongue. "Silly kids." He said, before miracling up a blanket to drape over them. The night would get cold, after all.