Aziraphale and Crowley dance together the night before their executions, they hold the other close, having no idea what’s to come next.
They stand by the other, their souls connecting as they share a tender moment.
For they had never found Agnes Nutters book, it still lay in the hands of Anathema, who is still confused as she looks through the pages, as some of these prophecies are not meant for her.
The two supernatural beings came to terms with their love, and also their untimely death. Crowley has his hands on Aziraphales hips, gentle, kind, as the two stop.
They’re tired, it’s just how it is after knowing you will be killed soon after. It is the obvious thing that horns when you stop time, so well that even Satan cannot move.
They’re weak, not in the human sense, they are weak against the other arms, the other straying glances and touches as they await for the sun to rise, and for their time to be over.
They lay together, both knowing full well that soon they will die, and somehow they both send out a small prayer to Her, or to whoever would listen, that’s the other would live.
When the sun rose they went to eat somewhere together, hands never leaving the others hold, they don’t talk, not much to talk about when it’s your last day.
They go to St. James park, feeding ducks as they are sitting far too close, and when they feel the wave of power on earth, they know it’s time.
They say I love you, one last time, as they are dragged away.
Aziraphale goes, giving a glance to Crowley, and a soft sad smile.
“We will meet again is God is so Kind.”
Twenty years later, a boy is born with bright red hair, just like his mother.
He is cooed over, and instead of naming him what they thought before, they would name him Anthony.
Twenty years later, five minutes after the birth of the woman next door, a little boy who was slightly chubby, with pale blue eyes was born. He oooked like his father.
He is cooed over, and instead of the other names they had in mind they named his Ezra.
God was merciful, everyone knew, though some denied it.
She watched the two grow up as humans. Until at age twelve they met at school.
“Oh! Are you knew here?” A kind young boy asked.
“Yess.” The other boy replied, he wore little glasses, his eyes were messed up and a beautiful color.
“I’m Ezra.” The boy said with a smile.
“I’m Anthony.” The other replies.
The two sat together and talked about their favorite subjects, what shows they liked. Anthony teases Ezra about reading so much. Ezra laughed and poked Anthony in the ribs playfully back.
It was the start of another chance.
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