meanwhile-in-heaven

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale miracled himself up a bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape and got drunk alone in his office.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale wondered how Gabriel and Beelzebub were doing. Not that he was envious, or anything like that, no, not at all. Not even a little bit. Nope. Not a scintilla.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale went for a walk in the rain. It hadn’t been raining when he started walking, but dark clouds seemed to gather above him wherever he went.

At least the ducks in St James Park were happy.

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Today Supreme Archangel Aziraphale realised that it was the Year of the Snake, and with a wistful smile, sent good thoughts for the future out to one wily serpent in particular.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale decided he needed a break from the narrow-minded binary thinking of his colleagues, so he slid on some heels and a rhinestone-encrusted dress and went to one of his favourite establishments in Soho. He particularly appreciated the beautiful trans drag queen who did a very enchanting routine singing to Queen songs whilst stalking about the stage in a slinky black dress.

And if he wiped away tears during a poignant rendition of Somebody To Love and sneaked out of the door before he was spotted, that was nobody’s business but his own.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale visited the ruins of a church. It was even more beautiful than he remembered, covered with moss and wildflowers, the earth reclaiming it.

He walked along the uneven stone floor, remembering a night long ago, how a demon had burned his feet raw walking upon consecrated ground, walking into certain danger for no other reason than to save an angel who had refused to speak to him for decades.

Aziraphale knelt on the floor, and pressed his fingers to the rough, cracked stone.

When he finally got up and began to walk away, sprigs of purple hyacinth sprang up, blooming through the cracks beneath his feet.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale visited Edinburgh, kicked a statue, swore a little, then returned to Heaven feeling slightly better.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale prayed for those whose faith had been shattered, for those betrayed by someone they adored, for everyone who had placed their trust in the wrong places. He knew how that felt better than anyone, as he got down on his knees and prayed to a God who wasn’t listening, and never answered.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale blessed all those who loved someone they felt they shouldn’t, and wept alongside them, wishing for a better, kinder world.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale asked about the plans for the Second Coming, and got told it was all under control.

Very reassuring.

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Today, in a long, dull meeting, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale flicked bits of paper into Michael’s improbable hairdo when she wasn’t looking.

It made him smile to think how much Crowley would laugh when he told him about it; the head thrown back laugh he always gave when Aziraphale had surprised him.

If, he reminded himself, the smile fading. If I get to tell him about it.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale came across some pens and a ‘mindfulness’ colouring book that seemed to have appeared on his desk out of nowhere. He spent several hours that he should have spent working, colouring in instead - it wasn’t an exact likeness, but the shining black and red scales and burning yellow eyes of the winding serpent he’d coloured were close enough to make his heart ache.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale attempted to show some magic tricks to the friends he’d made in the scriveners’ department. It wasn’t entirely as successful as he’d hoped, but he reassured them that Rikbiel would turn up again somewhere, sometime, probably.

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Today, Supreme Archangel sat in a meeting listening to other angels make snide comments about how all this Earth business should have ended six years ago, and then remembering that the reason it hadn’t was sat in the room with them.

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Tonight, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale sat on the rooftops of London, watching the world explode and cheer and sing and be merry… and as he tipped his face up to watch the fireworks explode across the vast, starry sky, he couldn’t help but think of the only person he’d want sat here beside him.

He made a wish, and waited… and then went back to Heaven, alone.

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Today, Muriel visited the Supreme Archangel in Heaven, bringing him five gold rings that had mysteriously appeared in the bookshop.

Aziraphale had no more idea than Muriel did about how they appeared there, but he pocketed them anyway for safekeeping, just in case they were a Clue.

@meanwhile-at-the-bookshop

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale popped to Paris for a few hours to practise his French.

Unfortunately, there was a bit of a mix up with his pronunciation and grammar when talking about reading a book by the sea, and he had to miracle himself back up to Heaven very quickly, knowing as he did that this time there would be nobody coming to rescue him if he got locked up again.