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[too-poor-for-cheese]

Just sitting here ever so slightly crying thinking about aziraphale and the irony of his forgiveness.

The fact that whenever him and crowley fall out and say things that they don't truly mean, Aziraphale always says that he forgives Crowley. Always. And maybe because of that, Crowley has learnt to notice that when Aziraphale says that, Crowley has probably gone too far. And yet it is also the thing that has the propensity to hurt Crowley the most. Because Crowley doesn't want to hear that he is forgiven, that's hitting too close to home. That's reminding him of the fact that him and Aziraphale are an angel and a demon. They are not the same.

But in a way it also hurts Aziraphale to say that. We can see that in the finale of season 2, it almost physically hurts him to say that. But it is his response to something that he can't quite comprehend and is unequivocally hurt by - The idea that Crowley would reject both him and Heaven. And so really, it is the worst thing he could have said. Because it hurts both him and Crowley in different ways.

[too-poor-for-cheese]

Down in Eastern Arizona, just west of Bullhead, the air sits heavy and drips thick like molasses. The summer storms have yet to roll in and so the shrubs have taken on a sickly green colour so in contrast with the burnt orange sand. The land around is flat for miles upon miles, only the faraway head of the Squadron Peak unsettling the horizon.

Paws swift on the burning ground, a russet coated coyote slips between crags and pushes it's nose to the ground, sniffing deeply. A placid rattlesnake sits blazing in the sun, the occasional shiver passing through it's shifting scales, easy in it's own space. The coyote gives it a wide berth.

The crunch of footsteps rings out. The coyote is long gone.

Along a path trodden by few, three figures trudge side by side and sway in time with the lulling movement of the sun above them. They are tired and so soon they will rest. The sun will let them rest.

I wrote this after a trip to arizona (specifically Bullhead) in which I started to see the mould for a book I have nearly finished. This is the start. (It might not be when I'm done, yknow the pain of editing 🙄)

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My wish is to mould a planet.

I want to roll it between my hands

Mar it's marble surface with

The imprint of my fingertips

Leaving only deep grooves.

I want to watch as water

Fills it's craters

Bursting at the seams

Until all that is left is islands in a vast ocean.

I want to inhale

Drawing breath from the stars around me

And exhale

Sighing life into existence.

I want to watch

As it carves it's own path

Away from me

To it's own future

Never too far from me.

And as it is dying

As it must

I will bring it close

To cradle it to my chest

And sing it

Into oblivion.

-wrote this for my favourite star making angel/demon

[too-poor-for-cheese]

Amazing art - go visit their page!

ah, poor demon he is not responsible for his actions

[edit: I am now taking pre-orders for prints! all information can be found here]

[too-poor-for-cheese]

That's an accurate representation of how I feel.

Just head first into a cushion thank you.

[too-poor-for-cheese]

No because Crowley would totally be the sort of person to physically run away from emotional conversations. Like Aziraphale starts talking about how he sees crowley as his best friend and Crowleys just off like: