They would ride in one four horses, one of white, one of red, one of black, and one as pale as death, it was fitting. Ha oh no they did not ride on horses, they rode in this day and age motorcycles , and to any unsuspecting person they looked fairly normal. War was a fiery red headed women strong and steady, but had a "you better back the hell away from me" aura. Death appeared to be built but no one could see the bones that lay underneath his clothing, and the fact that he never toke his helmet off in public made him seem human. Famine was a sharp dressed man, wearing a Italian suit custom made for his style, made him stand out while riding. Pollution looked like a beach bum vagabond, dirty and young looking.
On the off day this did not bother me, knowing of the coming apocalypse, made it almost normal to see them, but every time I did, I would pray two things. "Please don't go to Soho, and please don't go to Mayfair!" Crowley lived in Mayfair and Aziraphale had his bookshop in Soho. It would devastate me if they when to ether. Crowley, even thought he was a cantankerous snake, was my friend. I once told him if he found himself ruling hell, I would kill haul any who apposed, in which he laughed stating I would be his right hand and I too laughed but denied his offer. Aziraphale is to me "My fluffy angel buddy." It made him cringe when I called him that but he would always let me hug him while saying it, which air go made it ok.
Every time Crowley pulls his slimming aid joke, to poor Aziraphale, I punch him and say "Hey how many times have I told you, you can't make fun of my angel boy." In turn making Crowley laugh, and Aziraphale get a small smile and nervous blush.
I smiled though when the horsemen did not turn in ether direction, and I continued to make my way to see Aziraphale. When I walked into the bookshop, I let out a small laugh. Aziraphale was "resting". I poked his head, and then decided to mess with his hair when he didn't move, Running my fingers back and forth through his soft blonde hair. "Jess, what are you doing?" He muttered. "Eh, oh you awake, nothing just messin with your hair." I smiled and added. "I thought angels didn't need sleep?" "Hmm, we don't, it is one of the more human things I enjoy." " You do know that's what beds are for, trust me it's way more comfortable then a desk." I chuckled. "I'm awake now so it doesn't matter." he mumbled. "Crowley bothering you with his demonly stuff?" I sighed. "No why, and demonly isn't a word." He gave a small glance. "Well it came out of my mouth didn't it, and you seem a bit grouchy that's why." I smiled. Aziraphale gave me a quick glare silencing me. I let out a long sigh. "What's wrong Az, you're never like this, unless," I gasped quietly. "You had a customer didn't you?" He let out a small groan answering my question. "You didn't sell anything did you?" I begged. He sighed and gave a small nod. "Yes" "No!" I yelped. "Why do the good die youn… opps wrong line." Which to my pleaser made Aziraphale chuckle.
"So?" I began not know what to talk about. Crowley had made it very awkward for me to talk to Aziraphale now, considering he keeps saying blasphemes things about Aziraphale, how he "flirts" with me and how he "always" talks about me. My question there is do angles even flirt and if he talks about me so much, how come I don't hear it?