Ineffably husbands (Good Omens)

A (Night)ingale in Barkley Square

The nice and accurate events seen in the following are a direct continuation of the very last scene of the "Good Omens" [2019] Amazon Prime series where in which the events will be described in what can only be my* impression of the original author's** ideas, characters and attitudes. Nicely and accurately.

*me: The author of which writes shamefully on wattpad

**the original authors and genius writers: Neil Gaiman and Sir Terry Pratchet, may he Rest In Peace

(All hail Lord Gaimen)

Note: some words in the dialogues are not -real- words. Simply sound them out and you'll probably get the right idea.

"Too the world." Crowley raised his glass to the angel, sitting rather sideways in his chair. The gentle swoon of piano music amongst the air of the fine restaurant allowed only the calmest of smile to pend on the demon's face as he awaited the angel's response. Aziraphale smiled gently with a slight tilt of his head.

"To the world~" He returned.

The two had done it, or at least they believed they had. Indeed, they had saved the world, or at least taken part in doing so. There was nothing left for them except the reaping of rewards, or at least that's what they liked to believe. Whatever else was a-brewing was none of their concern or even existed as far as they were aware. But you'd think after all that time running around, messing with the lives of humans and looking out for them when heaven and hell did not, that they'd deserve some time to themselves.

Crowley had known, since the very moment the two had come up with their plan to deceive their respective head offices, that he would be 'kicked to the curb', as Azirphale would have put it. Although, at the current moment in time, the angel did not yet know about such fact, after all, he was going to get to keep his bookshop and hadn't quite connected the dots just yet.

Crowley, as per usual, didn't consume any of the food while the two dined. Watching Azirphale enjoy a nice dessert was rather filling enough. He even, surprisingly enough, managed to refrain from consuming copious amounts of expensive alcohol. Instead, he simply enjoyed a nice chat with the angel, in of which Aziraphale did most of the talking. Once it was finally time for the bill to come around, the nice person whom was supposed to bring Azirphale and Crowley the bill had found that it had miraculously been paid and hence found no need to bring it over to them, nor was the nice person at all questioning how such a thing had happened. In fact, no one questioned anything once the two of them got up to leave. Possibly it could have been Crowley, after all, he was a rather intent fan of Queen*.

The night was rather crisp but it wasn't by any means uncomfortable for two celestial beings who would have no problems waltzing around in space or some sort of far-off planet.

"Where is it that wir off to now, Angel?" Crowley stood on the stone steps of the Ritz's front entry, his hands jammed as far into the very shallow pockets of his dark jeans as they would go as he awaited a response.

"Well, I think a nice walk in the park would do quite nice, on our way home that is." Aziraphale let himself past Crowley as he corrected his bowtie. He turned back a moment to welcome Crowley by his side.

"Right, yes. Home." Crowley mumbled.

"Do you know what we're supposed to do with ourselves now, Crowley?" Azirphale paced down along the sidewalk, the street lamps lighting the path ahead in warm glowing spots of displaced light. There was simply only the sound of their shoes against the pavement. The place was rather nice when it was quiet.

"Ngk- No clue. I think we prob'ly need to worry about not being found again- in case they get brave an' try to... kill us, I s'pose."

"Kill us?" Azirphale repeated.

"Destroy us, angel." Crowley spoke. As the entry gate came up alongside them, the two turned into Barkley Square to cut through it on their way home, or wherever it was they were going. The colours in the trees seemed almost black and white in the darkness which, for Crowley, was not at all helped by his sunglasses. Though, it was nice. It was quiet and the breeze didn't bother them one bit. Crowley's walk continued to sway about its usual means and Aziraphale held his hands properly in front of him as per usual. It was a nice thing that the two of them could walk alongside one another without speaking a word yet still be entirely content in one another's company.

"Perhaps everything can be just the same as before," Aziraphale spoke. "I can simply run my shop. Nice people can come and look at the books. Not sure there's much else to it." Crowley nodded and pulled his usual face of agreement, though he didn't speak. "And what will you do?" Aziraphale asked.

"... neerh. I s'pose I'll just... neh." Crowley shrugged. He didn't know what he'd do with himself. "S'pose I'd better go back to my flat and grab wot I can before they come an' sell the place. Or destroy it... Maybe they'll put someone else in it, y'know, send someone else to do my job. Not sure." He watched the gentle leaves sway in the darkness against the starry sky, not seeming to care too much about what it was that he was saying.

"Oh- Oh- my d... Crowley, I didn't even think of that- that they'd. Take it." Aziraphale contemplated. He watched Crowley, who didn't seem to care what was happening to him. Or maybe he had already known and cared and gotten over it. "Would you like my help?" Aziraphale offered kindly.

"Think I'll be fine. Besides, 'm sure you've got all sorts'a things to sort out in ya shop." Crowley continued to pace down the sidewalk for at least four steps before he realised Aziraphale had fallen off behind. He turned back and watched, waiting for some sort of reason.

"I know we've had our... differences, Crowley. But- I do care about you. Where is it that you expect to stay?" The angel spoke each word carefully yet he still conveyed the very perfect amount of concern.

"I'll find somewhere. Shouldn't be too hard." Crowley shrugged. There was a moment of silence.

"Let me- let me help you. Just tonight, to take out your things before- they come. Hopefully, they haven't already, and then you can... you can stay at my bookshop. As long as you need." Aziraphale smiled, hoping, or rather expecting, that Crowley would take him up on his offer.

"Nggh..." You could see Crowley weighing up the options.

"Right then. Let's go!" Aziraphale steamed on past him, leaving Crowley to catch up back by his side.

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*Queen, the band, released a song in 1976 titled 'Good Old-Fashion Lover Boy' in which a line of the lyrics read: "Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock), I will pay the bill, you taste the wine, Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely, Just take me back to yours that will be fine (Come on and get it)"

The lyrics of which totally and definitely had nothing to do with the events of this story.

Note: that was a lie.