aziraphale and crowley going to museums that have depictions of the garden of edan to look at how people represented the serpent. Crowley either finding them extremely funny or positively absurd.
Can we go back to this for a sec? To Aziraphale having to explain the concept of being in love to the other angels? Because I cannot imagine what a trip it has to be, falling in love with someone when that is literally not something you are supposed to be able to do. When it is something you barely understand. When the object of whatever this is isn't supposed to be able to feel this way either, except as time goes on you start to realize it's happening to him too. And neither of you can actually talk to each other about it.
This line does not get nearly enough attention, it explains SO fucking much. Cause then it’s not just that he’s in love with a demon, it’s that he’s in love at all. Does he just write off his feelings without a second thought because it doesn’t even occur to him he could be in love? Does Aziraphale have literally any idea, any frame of reference to internally understand the difference between divine love for all God’s creatures, and intimate, human love for another? And what about Crowley for that matter? Crowley isn’t supposed to know human, or divine love. He does not have the ability to physically feel it like angels can. Has he forgotten the sensation? How absolutely terrifying and somehow also wonderful it must’ve been to be told so casually, “you are in love, that feeling is love.”
remember that wall slam?
done for an art challenge on reddit. Prompt was 'against the wall' but I couldn't decide who of them was going to be against the wall so I did both haha
infatuation makes your heart race
love is quiet. love sets you at ease.
and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:
Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.
The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.
Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.
actually it's kind of wild that aziraphale left for heaven to try and save humanity and the human audience of the show has just been like "0/10 terrible decision go back to your demon partner" about it
aziraphale: I shall bravely sacrifice everything that makes me happy because I have a duty to protect the world
I just saw your post on the chest touching and it reminded me of my VERY first Good Omens illustration that I was compelled to draw because said scene.
There was SO MUCH going on in that small gesture and it just sparked my obsession with this show. I adored Good Omens s1, but the chemistry of Tennet and Sheen working their magic in s2 just blew me away.
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