You’re okay
You’re alright
I’ll never, ever leave your side
I will stay and I will fight
With you
You’re okay
You’re alright
I’ll stay here through the darkest night
All the way, I will fight
With you
I don’t know what happened but I wrote something again. Just thought about Crowley and Aziraphale remembering the influence they had on some artists in the renaissance (well, actually it’s most about Aziraphale’s influence on a certain work of Michelangelo). Thanks to folks in the /r GO discord server for helping me out at some point and a big thanks to @seraph5 for letting me using the bit about Crowley and the statue at the end (it was her idea while I babbled on about this) and for always reading the shit I write XD.
It is 4 am right now and I’m not a native englishspeaker, so I bet there are some mistakes along the way
Here you go:
It was a lovely afternoon for a visit of the museum. The weather was not so much for a walk in the park, so this was a nice way to get out on a little date and reminisce about things one or both of them had a hand in.
Today there was an exhibition about the art of the Renaissance and both, Aziraphale and Crowley remembered one or two things about a lot of it.
Aziraphale came to a halt in front of a prototype of a pietá that was accompanied by a photoset of Michelangelo’s work. The smallish statue showed the depiction of Mary, holding the dead Jesus in her arms. On the right side of Mary’s feet you could see the rest of something that looked suspiciously like a little cherub looking creature but the head was missing and only one wing was still intact.
Crowley stopped when Aziraphale did and eyed him from the side, seeing the fond expression forming on the angel’s face.
“You were involved in this too?”
Aziraphale didn’t look at him when he answered, his gaze still on the statuette. “Ah, I guess you could say that. I just encouraged him to do what he wanted to anyways.”
“That’s a cupid there, isn’t it? And I always thought that Mary looked quite young and not very - you know- motherly.”
Aziraphale chuckled and turned to Crowley, still a smile on his face. “You’re right. But like I said, I only encouraged him. I remember visiting him on a particular evening when he was in one of his foul moods. He wasn’t very happy about me laying eyes on this draft, given that I was just presenting myself as someone from the clerical staff and all…”
He was interrupted by a snort from the demon and Aziraphale frowned at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“One of his foul moods. As far as I remember, he was a walking mood swing. No fun at all.”
“Not everyone could be as flashy as Leonardo. And you know,” Aziraphale raised one eyebrow at the demon, “I guess I have a thing for moody people, my dear.”
Crowley opened his mouth to tell him that he wasn’t moody at all, but Aziraphale turned back to the exhibit and just offered, a smidge smugly “you want to hear the story or not?”
Well, Crowley was curious by nature, so he just let that pass (for now) and Aziraphale remembered.
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