But When The Spirit Moves You What Can You Do - Tumblr Posts

Aziraphale didn’t have much time to read once he took up his duties in heaven, but, when he managed to, he found he couldn't read love stories anymore. They sent him spiraling into messy thoughts, useless thoughts, about what he may have destroyed forever. He could hardly breathe whenever he let a wisp of an idea slip by his defenses and take root. He spent long minutes frozen, unbreathing and unblinking, trying to figure out what to do with the fear and the grief he was so full-up with. 

The day he sat down to read Sense and Sensibility for the thirty-second time and was forced to close it again, without reading even a full page, is the day he realized the full scope of what he had done. Because Crowley was everywhere; in every earthly delight, but mostly he was tangled up with the thought of romance. Crowley always treated him so well in the way of their Arrangement – held the door, took him out, and helped him into his jacket. He spoiled Aziraphale rotten, and, as Aziraphale now knew, had managed to utterly spoil him for love. 

Because when Aziraphale cracked open the lovely pages of that novel all he could see was music and laughter and their fingers linked together over good food and good wine. He saw Crowley sleeping in his lap and wrapping himself close around Aziraphale’s offered arm as they strolled in St. James’s park. He saw happy, lazy kisses bathed in soft firelight. He saw everything that wasn’t, and he couldn’t breathe, and he closed the book