Aziraphale took the stranger’s advice gladly. Sitting down and primly folding his hands on his lap, the angel listens intently, hoping to learn as much as he can. Attentive to every word, Aziraphale learns the name of the city and island proper and who is responsible for his kidnapping from Earth. He was still confused on why he couldn’t bless or perform miracles, but he supposed he that question was answered based on his location. Maybe he really WAS caught of from God’s Grace. The thought alone unnerved him.
The angel tries to control his anxiety. It wouldn’t be good at all to panic in front of someone he just met. He wishes he could wrap his wings around himself, but that would end up in a completely different, awkward conversation. “Oh yes! I’m actually an angel and yes, I have wings! Pleasure to meet your acquaintance!” Instead, he releases a short exhale and smiles.
❝…Oh? I suppose, um, that explains the rather awkward encounter I had with the person who ferried me here. Thank you for helping me. I apologize if I’m wasting your time… I can see you’re busy. But, I can appreciate the help regardless!❞
He wiggles a bit in his seat. ❝My name is Aziraphale, by the way. It’s only proper that you know who you’re speaking to, right? I’m an angel and I confess I’m rather unnerved!❞
Wait. Did he really JUST say that? He stops suddenly, a flush spreading across his human corporation’s face. ❝O-Oh dear! Did I really - Oh no -You weren’t - Oh goodness! Oh dear Lord, please don’t tell anyone! I’m scared to find out what anyone in this city would do to me if they found out I was an angel!❞
As to prove his point, his wings suddenly sprang forth, pure as the fresh snow. Oh, HOW embarrassing. He buries his face in his hands. Gabriel would be having a field day if he were here.
As Aziraphale rambled on; sputtering and tittering nervously, Seimei continued to clean his paintbrushes calmly. “You’re not bothering me at all.” He set down a paintbrush, only to pick up another. His gaze flickered between Aziraphale and his work. He could multitask just fine. Even after the angel accidently confessed to his true nature, Seimei went ahead and began to prepare some new paint.
Though, he did stop momentarily to get a look at those wings. “A messenger of heaven, hm. That is certainly odd.” He put his brush back to paper; a long stroke of watery green to create a flower stem. “Your secret is safe with me.” Seimei couldn’t say that he’d ever met a messenger of heaven before; it was usually the denizens of the underworld that he had the fortune of dealing with.
Satisfied with his artwork, he set his paintbrush down; then he gave Aziraphale his full attention. “I am Abe No Seimei, an onmyoji. You have nothing to fear from me, Aziraphale.”