dear_mun | 🚨SPOILERS for Season 2!🚨

Sure. Greater good.

[ The dark haired, man-shaped being looks entirely unimpressed. Not entirely unsympathetic at least, but definitely unimpressed. And he definitely, despite the different appearance and more laid-back attitude that is more than just surface level, is a Crowley. ]

You really cocked that all up, didn't you?

[ He's familiar enough. Enough to prod at a dull ache that wasn't there a day ago. Funny thing, that. In all the millennia he can count himself as existing, he's never felt anything quite like it.

He purses his lips and shuffles his shoulders, not quite able to spare the familiar-but-not-quite-right demon more than a glance. ]

It wasn't an easy choice.

--but if there's anything that can be done, to make things right, it's best to take matters into--

[ He stops himself, stumbles into it. It made sense. It made sense. Why couldn't he see that?]

No, I can't imagine it was.

[ He frowns a bit, arms folding over his chest. This angel is, of course, different to his own but some of the tells are the same. This demon has been around for a while. He's seen some absolute bullshit in this digital space. He's learned really fast to be gentler than he would have normally. He could still use some alcohol, though. ]

Alright... Talk to me like I don't know anything. Start from the beginning. What are you trying to justify and why?

[ Aziraphale gives the demon an uncertain look, not expecting...this? After what happened with his Crowley, he expected more of an explosive reaction. He hadn't been ready for it the first time.

He considers the demon carefully. Then, he takes a breath to steady himself.]

If I'm in charge, there are things I can do. They'll have to listen. And they can be guided towards Good. Real Good.

[ He watches him carefully, serpentine gaze hidden by the dark lenses. His head tilts. ]

Do you honestly think they'll let you manage however you want? They want to bring about Armageddon as much as hell does. Angel... I hope you understand how naïve that sounds...

[ That's rough to hear. Mostly because, deep down inside...he might know he has a point. ]

I know- [ Another steadying breath. ] I know it might sound naive...but what if it works? This is a unique oportunity to--to actually do something worthwhile.

They're playing into your weakness, Angel. Luring you with a secret wish. Tempting you. I'd know a temptation when I see one. And what did they offer you, aside from vague platitudes and a chance to "guide them to do Real Good"? That couldn't have been all it took, right?

[ He goes oh so very silent. Because it's one thing to discuss what he thinks he can do, about the practical applications of going back to Heaven and taking a promotion, much like all discussions about morality that he and Crowley have had over the centuries. But he wouldn't have taken the offer if it was just about that, he doesn't think.

He really thought...

He thought Crowley would have wanted it. He thought he would have been...happy about it.

He can't face the current demon, can't look at him at all, and it takes him a good few heavy seconds to mumble out the words. ]

They said they would...reinstate him-- Crowley- as an angel.

[ There it is. He knew it was coming. But hearing it come out of the angel's mouth still stung. His pristine white wings, which had been out this entire time despite the mun neglecting to mention it, bristle unconsciously. ]

And you didn't think he wouldn't like that idea? Angel, I-- We... We had enough of both Heaven and hell. Been there, done that, got the horribly abusive t-shirt. If I were him I would be wanting to go off somewhere with you and not be bothered by either of our sides.

Didn't your Adam tell you to stop messing about?

[ It's not nearly as explosive a reaction as his own Crowley's, but it doesn't make it any easier to hear. ]

There was no time to talk it over! And I think--we both could be we could both make a change!

Together...

We were given clear inssstructions, Angel. "No more messing about." Don't you think that's messing about? Free Will means letting people make their own choices. And.... Well, that should include us at this point.

[ He lets out a soft sigh, frustrated on his counterpart's behalf. His wings have yet to calm down, fluffling like a creature trying to make itself look bigger. ]

Which I suppose means you can make the choice to abandon everything you've worked for, fought for, and traipse of to heaven to once again be brought to heel and have your Free Will suppressed once again. Like a good little angel.

Be a good boy and fall back in line.

[ The angel falls entirely silent through the whole monologue. And doesn’t seem like he can muster up anything to say in response when not-his-Crowley is done.

He’s already laid bare. Theres a lot he wants to say, even thinks to say, but just doesnt.]

[ This might not be his angel (not even the one he's met in Deerington, but close enough), but it still stung to see that look on his face. Maybe he went too far. Not that he would apologize for it, but he didn't need to bite Aziraphale's head off over it.

The demon closed his eyes and took in an unnecessary breath to try and force himself to calm down. His feathers finally smoothed out and he opened his shielded eyes and looked at the angel again. ]

I... I know you're doing what you think is right. I just can't stop thinking it's the biggest mistake you've ever made.

...well. it wouldn't be the first time.

[ He mutters, with a gentle tone of defiance, although it's drowned out by something a lot more fragile.]

But I can't back out now. Not when they have something planned.

History books are full of the chaos caused when people start talking like that, Angel.

[There's a little sigh because not matter what is going on with them he wants what is best for Aziraphale.]

Whatever you're doing, have some care - for yourself if nothing else.

[ Oh, Crowley. So much more he wants to say when things have, hum. Settled. ]

...I will.

[ He needs you with him, Crowley. Even though he knows he can't have that. ]

[Ah, but do they ever actually stay settled though? He had thought there was time but there's always some other plan in the works it seems.]

I'll keep an eye on things down here.

[He wishes - Oh how he wishes he was a differen being. One that could have stood going back to Heaven but that just wasn't happening. The only way he as going back was to burn it all down and get Aziraphale out of there.]

[ Aziraphale nods, looking down at ground. These words from Crowley are more than he deserves.]

Maybe…when it’s all over. Again.

We could…talk.

I don't know that this will ever be over, Angel.

You're always going to be the Supreme Archangel now.

[There as a pause because even if that's true. He knowns if Aziraphale comes to him for anything, seeking anything at all he'll instantly drop everything for him.]

But I will always come if you call.

[ He’s right.

Aziraphale knows what he’s doing. What he wants to do. ]

…would you ever…reconsider?

Reconsider what?

[He motions with a hand pointing vaguely upwards.]

Heaven?

[There was a long pause then a sigh.]

I don't belong there, Angel. I haven't for a long time. I don't think I ever did.

[ No, not Heaven.

Him.]

But- [ He can't help himself, impulsively taking a step forward. He stops himself there's] We could...

[He didn't choose Earth over Aziraphale. He offered everything to Aziraphale - their life, their home - to be an us for another six millennia and beyond.

Aziraphale made his choice and went the one place Crowley really could't bring himself to follow.]

We could?

[ But they could keep everything safe. They could make things better. For everyone.

And they could do it together.

Aziraphale cant finish the thought. He can’t bear it again.]

[There's just a quiet sigh. There was a lot of things they could do. Together as they were without changing who they are.

They could save the world - they already had but could again.

They could have gone for that oh so alcoholic breakfast at The Ritz and had a good long laugh about the oddity that had been all that business with Gabriel and Beelzebub. Leaving Heaven and Hell to their own devices.

But they hadn't here they are. Aziraphale asking the one single thing Crowley can never do of him - it's laughable really. He'd thought falling was the worst Heaven could do to him but apparently he was wrong. They'd stop at nothing before the took everything that mattered from him.

Creating stars, thelittle life he'd craved out for himself in Earth, and Aziraphale. He had nothing left.]

I can't go back to Heave, to being an Angel. I can't, Angel. I'm sorry but you're asking too much, Aziraphale.

[ One would think that it would hurt less when the demon isn’t speaking from a place of anger and surprise.

It doesn’t. At all.

His eyes water before he can help it. He blinks it back. Nods and clears his throat.]

Right. Of course.

[ He just thought…]

My apologies. For asking.

[This wasn't any easier the second time. Not by a long shot because he can see it's hurting them both just as bad as the first time. Only the first time there wasn't another emotion to hide behind just -

Pain.

And if there's one thing he hates - more than the Fall, more than Her silence, more than almost anything - it's seeing Aziraphale hurt. That effect is doubled by the fact that he is the one that did it. He knows what will happen - he'll just hate himseld a tiny bit more, go drink copious amounts of alcohol, and it's all down hill from there.

All because he can't do the singular thing Aziraphale was asking of him.]

It's not that I don't want -

[To be with you. To be an us as he'd put it. A life with Aziraphale is everything he's yearned for. He very much does want. He's never once wanted anything more. He could, he should tell Aziraphale that but what comes out is a low nngh noise. But can't go back to Heaven. This all smelled like a trap, a con - at least when it came to the bit about him. For one of the smartest people Crowley knew he was also the dumbest.]

You can't think they're actually going to let me come back and stay, Angel. I ask one question and I'll be booted out - again. They don't want me, they want you.

[He was drew in a slow breath.]

What happened to our side, Aziraphale? We don't need them - Heaven or Hell.

🚨SPOILERS for Season 2!🚨

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