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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