meanwhile-in-heaven

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

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.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale watched lovers go idly strolling hand in hand through St James Park, taking a moment to sit together on a bench, and gaze at each other fondly.

In a fit of what some (not him) might call jealousy, he accidentally made the bench disappear.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today was Christmas, always an extraordinarily busy day for Heaven, but Supreme Archangel Aziraphale found himself overcome with a strong desire to visit his bookshop.

When he arrived, Muriel was nowhere to be seen, so he left their gift atop the desk, wrapped with a large golden bow - and noticed a small vivarium with a beautiful, gleaming, dark serpent coiled in a deep sleep beneath it’s heat lamp.

“Oh, my dear,” Aziraphale whispered, tears springing into his eyes, “I am so very glad to see you.”

He gave Crowley some gentle head scratches and wished him a very merry Christmas and dreams of all the things he likes best.

@meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat

@meanwhile-at-the-bookshop

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale took a new approach to dealing with the seasonal blues, and visited every bakery he loved and gorged on delicious, sweet treats until he was full to bursting!

He accidentally dropped one of his mini Yule logs on the wet, dirty pavement in Soho, and decided to leave it on Michael’s desk as a festive gift.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale popped down to Earth and stopped by Crowley’s flat. He knocked several times, and got no answer.

He shouldn’t really have expected Crowley to answer the door, but he was disappointed anyway.

@meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale had a meeting with the Metatron.

It was hard to concentrate on anything the giant floating head said, because every time he opened his mouth, all Aziraphale could hear, over and over again, was “anything you need to take with you?” and his throat pulsing around the yes that he had forced himself to swallow down.

He wondered, if he threw a book at the giant head, whether it would go through the Metatron or hit him squarely in his smug, sanctimonious face.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale locked the door of his office, and miracled a new outfit - almost the same as the one he’d been wearing, but in pure, jet black, from top to bottom.

He looked at himself in a mirror for a long, long time, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale escaped down to the scriveners’ department for some peace and quiet, and happened upon the angels who had been kind to him during a vulnerable moment some weeks ago.

He ended up teaching them a few steps to the gavotte; it was the most fun Aziraphale could remember having in quite some time, and just as it had done long ago, it helped him to forget, even if only for a moment.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale visited the bookshop, and decided to relax in his favourite armchair with a good book. He had barely gotten settled when Muriel offered him a cup of tea; when he looked up to answer them, Aziraphale spotted a familiar sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

He remembered all at once why he had gotten it, what he had dreamed of and hoped for.

Aziraphale muttered an excuse, and then left the bookshop, and all his hopes, behind him.

@meanwhile-at-the-bookshop

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale wished on a shooting star.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale visited St James Park and sat on one side of a cold, wet bench.

His breath caught in his chest every time he thought he saw a tall figure in black slinking through the crowd, but nobody slid into the space beside him, and the rain fell, and fell, and fell.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale spent some hours in the prayer department again, trying to remind himself what he was fighting for, what he’d left earth for.

The last thing he expected was to hear a prayer from the one reason he almost stayed.

Crowley was clearly drunk, and most of his prayer barely made any sense and seemed to mention ducks more than was strictly necessary, but it was the first time Aziraphale had heard the demon’s voice in over a year. It wasn’t lost on Aziraphale that Crowley wasn’t praying to Her - only to him.

“Soon,” Aziraphale whispered, to himself as much as to Crowley. “I promise… soon.”

@meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

The Supreme Archangel was used to the snide comments and snickers behind his back whenever he walked the corridors of Heaven, but he had to grit his teeth and clench his fists extra hard today when he overheard Uriel saying something derisive about his ‘friend in dark glasses’.

Aziraphale didn’t mind what they said about him… but when it came to Crowley… well, it made him want to do very un-angelic things.

He was still seething when Muriel’s friendly face popped around the door of his office and, with a sympathetic smile, left a familiar blue cup on his desk, leaving without a word.

He sipped the delicious beverage - a festive flavoured hot chocolate - and thought about the first time Uriel had called Crowley his… well… you know… and how even though he had known he was in so much trouble, all he had felt in that moment was terrifying, thrilling, joy.

@meanwhile-at-the-bookshop

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale wandered down to the prayer department and listened in to the prayers that rolled in from across the Earth. They washed over him, whispered waves of grief and gratitude, and they turned to wetness that tracked steadily down his cheeks.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale found himself suddenly inspired to create a mandatory “wear an ugly festive jumper to work” day to brighten morale.

The look on Uriel’s face at hearing this news certainly brightened his morale, anyway.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Aziraphale woke up and found himself in the bookshop, in his old bed, feeling very disoriented. He remembered falling asleep in his office, wrapped up in something soft, and supposed he must have accidentally miracled himself here in his sleep.

His first relieved thought was to thank Someone it was here he’d woken up and not in Crowley’s flat.

His second thought involved his entire brain screeching and melting down completely at the implications of his first thought.

He left the bookshop without disturbing Muriel, feeling incredibly flustered about the entire thing.

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[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale took a bite out of a nice, crunchy apple, letting the juice run down his chin.