#homocelestial

[trirocksalt]

I've been wanting to draw 1827 Aziraphale for a while, so... Here he is! Doodled him in my sketchbook first and then added colour in Procreate. :)

[wearenotamonolith]

I actually dreamt this one...

Aziraphale pushed through the sleek black door to Crowley’s flat. He had rung the doorbell so many times that Crowley must’ve heard him by now so he let himself in. He wanted to apologize, they really were on their own side after all, and tell Crowley he had found the Antichrist. “Crowley? Are you home? Listen I’ve found the antichrist!” Aziraphale shouted through the house but only his voice echoed back at him against the cold black walls.

Aziraphale passed through the kitchen and through the hallway lined with Crowley’s luscious house plants. Suddenly, with a squeak of his heels, Aziraphale stopped dead in his tracks and sniffed. He smelled burned fabric and the sense of love that Aziraphale had spent decades instilling into the house was gone. He turned the corner and found a pile of black clothing, and something plastic and melted...something resembling sunglasses.

Gazing in horror at the pile of fabric Aziraphale looked frantically around Crowley’s office and found what he was looking for, the camping canteen that Aziraphale had given Crowley nearly 50 years ago, filled with holy water. Gasping, his bright blue eyes filling with water, Aziraphale knelt down and felt the black fabric on the ground. “Oh no…” he wept, “Crowley- Crowley what did you do?” He sobbed harder than ever, clutching the clothing to his chest and face and breathing in the burnt fumes.

“This is my fault” Aziraphale thought, breathing shakily and slowly getting to his feet. He grabbed the black cloth from the ground and resolutely marched towards the door of Crowley’s flat intending to have another word with the Almighty. He stopped with his hand on the door knob; he had heard a noise from the north side of the flat.

Aziraphale walked slowly back down the hall and to the left this time, towards Crowley’s dining room. He heard faint talking from the chamber, so he pushed the door slightly ajar.

“Angel, listen, I didn’t mean what I said, I apologize. Now there’s lots of spare planets up in the solar system that we can go to. Alpha Centauri! Beautiful! We can go there… but will he listen?” Crowley was pacing back and forth by his dining table rehearsing what sounded like an apology.

Aziraphale’s eyes widened and he looked down at the black cloth he was clutching so desperately to his chest. He threw it down and burst into the room just in time to knock Crowley off his feet and onto the ground. Aziraphale was on top of him, gravity seeming to pull him downwards, as though all the hands of Heaven, Hell and Earth were pushing on the back of his head. Aziraphale leaned in, relenting to the weight, and kissed Crowley, tears streaming from the edges of his eyes. He pulled away and stood up. Aziraphale fixed Crowley with a watering but firey stare and stare “I thought you were dead. Also, apology accepted.” And proceeded to fix his bow tie and exit the room.

Crowley laid there for a second, eyes still fixed on the door before he got lightly to his feet, touched his mouth and said “Well that was a thing.” And followed Aziraphale out.

[trirocksalt]

Found these little doodles in my sketchbook that I completely forgot about.