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A/N: I really liked this when I wrote it-- around the same time as Nice, but now I'm not so sure. It's rather thoughtful, and explores some themes that I wish I could go into further. Ah, well. More time for that later. I really am an Aziraphale!fan; he's just so interesting to write.
There are days when Aziraphale sits, with a cup of tea in hand, and is very quiet, and thinks about humanity.
Six thousand years on Earth.
And before that, in Eden.
Aziraphale knows humans make mistakes. He, an angel, makes mistakes. And Crowley, as sharp as he is, inevitably slips up every few centuries or so.
Aziraphale wonders if God made a mistake, somewhere, in the ineffable plan. And then he takes a sip of tea, and shakes his head: he knows he has to trust in Him, because if not in Him then who else? It's all the same, in the end. Whether it comes as planned or not.
And Aziraphale's thoughts are directed towards people again. Humans.
He's thought about being human before. He's never actually tried it. The idea of being able to do wrong frightens him a little bit.
To have so much control and yet none at all. Aziraphale's seen men and women possessed by emotion. Most of them don't have the type of restraint he and Crowley have.
He's always said that humans have the ability to do ultimate good, though. And Crowley will of course retort with the fact that humans also have the ability to do ultimate evil.
Aziraphale's entire reason for being is to, well, do good. To save souls. He can't imagine doing anything else. He can't imagine being human, he can't imagine having that capacity for evil. Aziraphale isn't sure if he'd even want to be human.
Crowley would say otherwise. Crowley would remind him of the beauty of humans—free will and all that (the lucky buggers).
Because Crowley has no choice but to sin. It's ingrained into his nature. He can be nice, of course; Aziraphale's seen that, too. But he has to sin, just as Aziraphale must do good.
Six thousand years on Earth.
And one familiar face, through it all.
Aziraphale's digging a little too deep. There are existential questions even angels don't want to mess with.
He takes another sip of tea, picks up the phone, and calls Crowley.
An afternoon at St. James' Park sounds rather nice.
He'll bring the bread. Crowley will undoubtedly bring some form of intoxication, hopefully legal.
Aziraphale and Crowley. An angel and a demon.
Their meeting was ineffable, of course. But an ineffable mistake?
Aziraphale waits for his friend to answer the phone, and knows that he's dialed the right number.
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