Little Things
A Good Omens fic
Rated: T | AO3 Link | 1367 words | Beta’d by @kaeos_tennyo on twitter and @astraadastra
AO3 tags: Sharing a Bed, Realization, Took a couple thousand years but he got it in the end
It was the little things — it was always the little things.
When created in a vast space of nothing, nothing to look at and hardly anything to touch, the little things were treasured. When you lived for thousands of years and have seen all manner of human activity, the little things helped create the memories that Aziraphale carried at all times.
A new little thing was looking up out of the kitchen window and seeing Crowley hunched over the flower beds in the back garden, surrounded by colors that stood out against the wardrobe of black. Aziraphale expected wings to come out to protect Crowley from the sun, but they never came. Not like Crowley could get burned anyway.
Aziraphale knew that Crowley talked to the plants, but in the past, he didn’t speak with kindness. But now, on the nice days when Aziraphale had the window opened, he could hear the hushed conversation with the flora. Muttered words of encouragement, astonishment on a good grow, and sometimes, little conversations of day-to-day life or a story from one of their adventures centuries ago.
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