Through Negligence, Through Weakness, Through Their Own Deliberate Fault
By Snowballjane
Disclaimer: Crowley and Aziraphale are the property of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. They're also rather persistent muses.
Through Negligence
There were fireworks.
Fireworks and classical music and a tartan picnic rug and cakes and a very fine red wine and an angel.
It was perf…
"Shit!" shouted Crowley, sitting bolt upright. People in nearby deckchairs murmured in complaint. "I completely forgot."
"What?" asked Azirapale, who was lying on his back on the rug, watching the sky.
"I had an appointment this evening with a top supermarket executive. He was going to sell his soul for a five percent profit increase," said Crowley, picking worriedly at the edge of the rug.
Aziraphale refilled the demon's glass. "Never mind," he said.
Through Weakness
One cake remained in the patisserie box. Aziraphale's fingers closed on the pastry case filled with custard and topped with strawberries.
Crowley threw him a put-out look. "Oi, angel! Thou shalt not steal, remember? You've had your share, that's mine."
Angels had fallen for anger, for disobedience, for arrogance. It would be rather embarrassing to fall for custard cake. "Sorry," he said, letting go of the cake and pushing the box of temptation across the rug. He concentrated on the music and tried not to think about wanting the cake.
The box slid back towards him. "Take," said Crowley. "Eat."
Through Their Own Deliberate Fault
They weren't supposed to do this; they knew that. Clandestine meetings to discuss the Arrangement were one thing – and quite bad enough - but going to outdoor concerts on Hampstead Heath together was quite another.
If there wasn't a rule against angel-demon friendships, it was only because one had never been needed before.
But then, if you found that one kindred spirit who made eternity not just bearable, but enjoyable, well, you'd be stupid to walk away from that just because you were supposed to be enemies
And neither of them was stupid.
High above the heath, silver chrysanthemums exploded.
The End