#when Crowley slept thru the 19th century

[aduckwithears]

The early 19th century sure was something for our boys (gn). They were taking things at a FAST pace. (If, of course, you’re immortal and need to layer everything under 6 layers of deniability).

Whatever you do, don’t think about how in 1793 Crowley rescued Aziraphale and then they got lunch, in 1800 he brought chocolates to the bookshop then saved Aziraphale from a heavenly promotion, then in 1827 they went on a date to a cemetery in Edinburgh(prime date spot at the time esp for non-trad couples) and Crowley seemed to be having the time of his life.

Then especially don’t think about Crowley getting lightning-sanded down to Hell and showing up 35 years later in a much grumpier mood and with a request for Holy Water as “insurance”.

And don’t think about the context of their last interaction being attempted suicide by poison drink after a partner was lost… no wonder Aziraphale didn’t take the request well and they fought. No wonder Crowley was offended by fraternizing - they’d been way beyond that. Nope, don’t think about any of that.

[lady-divine-writes]

As immortal creatures, Aziraphale and Crowley have no concept of time. Crowley famously slept thru the 19th century (minus a day or two). Likewise, Aziraphale can get so lost in his books or a crossword puzzle that a series of novels he starts on Monday will be completed on Sunday without him lifting his head from the pages. But now that they have each other, their disregard for time has gotten far worse, since no one else exists when they're together. The last dance at their wedding lasted four days. They shared a hug once that clocked in at a fortnight. They hosted Thanksgiving at Crowley's flat, and after the guests left, the demon squirreled his angel husband into the bedroom to make love. The morning after they decided they were done worshipping one another, that they needed a break and a breath of fresh air, they ran into Anathema and Newt, grabbing two cups of cocoa at the corner deli. Aziraphale gushed about the new cherub ornaments Crowley got for their tree when an exasperated Anathema cried, "Mr. Fell! It's February!"