By: moonfairyhime
Rating: K+
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Crowley reflecting over the years (millennia) that he's been on Earth.
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own Good Omens.
In the many years (millennia) that Crowley had been on Earth, many things had changed. One of the things that stuck out the most, however, was how much humanity had changed. Most people no longer needed to be tempted to do something sinful, instead, they came up with ideas that made Crowley almost blush and all but sent Aziraphale to his knees, repeating the Lord's Prayer. The people that had once helped the old woman cross the street years (centuries?) ago, now would mug her instead for the fifteen dollars she carried in her wallet.
Modes of transportation had changed also. The person who had one day (one eon ago?) been happily walking now coveted the neighbor's newest sports car. These days, Crowley often mused to himself, Envy had its work cut out for it. Almost everybody wanted what he or she could not have nor could afford.
Communication had changed. The weekly phone call to one's mother had changed into the monthly e-mail. That was, of course, if the person remembered to e-mail his or her mother. Crowley could remember a time (centuries ago) when a child would never, ever, on pain of death, miss Sunday dinner at his or her parent's house. And most of all, they enjoyed the dinner. The children didn't suffer through it because they were family and it was the Right Thing to Do. Of course, Crowley reflected, realizing that he was getting off topic, humans also had cell phones and cell phones were extremely fun to toy with. Knock one bounce tower five degrees to the left and five thousand people lose their cell phone reception at once.
Aziraphale had even changed. Sure the angel still wore the same tweed suits, claimed on a daily basis that tartan was stylish, and had the (pleasant) smell of dusty books, but he had changed in ways that only someone who had spent the last six thousands years with could notice. One of the ways the changes were evident was the almost sometimes present gleam of sadness, hidden well hidden in sapphire eyes. Some days, Crowley mused, Aziraphale just couldn't take how low humanity had truly fallen. Of course, on days like that, Crowley practically glued himself to the angel's side and refused to let him more than five steps out of his sight.
And that fact that they shared a bed together was another change. It also contributed to the fact that Crowley loathed to allow the angel out of his sight at any time, which was another change. And as Crowley walked back into their room after using the toilet (and really, when had he picked up that habit?) and saw his angel bathed in the golden light of dawn, Crowley smirked. He no sooner got back into bed and comfortable when Aziraphale subconsciously scooted closer to him. Crowley smirked again as he wrapped his arms around his angel and figured, that really, as long as he had his angel, all of the changes really weren't that bad.
