The next morning, the sky had clouded up considerably. The warm, summer air was replaced by a chill wind - one that brought the beginnings of a shower crashing into the window of their cottage.
Crowley was mesmerised by each raindrop racing towards the windowsill, the sound comforting like the soft beat of a drum. Constant. And he liked that.
He thought back to their first meeting - after The Fall, of course - when they'd witnessed the first ever rain. It was probably Holy Water, and as the kind soul Aziraphle always had been, he'd protected him from it. Now here he was, six thousand years later, watching the very same rain fall, yet in completely different circumstances. He smiled, softly, as he ran tender fingers through the Angel's hair. As much as the cold from outside the bedsheets filled his arms with goosebumps, he hardly felt a thing, surrounded by the warmth of the still sleeping Angel.
Then he remembered their conversation from the day before. He could see the pain on Aziraphale's face - there was no way he could forget. He really should have told him sooner. There was no denying the Demon's guilt, and not just for that. They hadn't been communicating too well, considering they'd known each other for over six thousand years. He hasn't told the Angel a lot of things that he probably should have, especially in the past few years.
Oh shit. He doesn't know about Heaven's plans...
Crowley's fingers drew back from Aziraphale's soft hair. The lack of touch felt uncomfortable for a minute, but he was way too distracted to think about that. What if Aziraphale had actually gone with the Metatron? After all they'd been through, even stopping Armageddon once before, would he have gone through with their plans?
"Damn..." He sighed, staring helplessly at Aziraphale's peaceful face. He thought better of giving him a quick kiss - he didn't want to wake the Angel up.
Crowley decided he would head downstairs. He didn't really know where in particular, but he knew he needed time to think. And if Aziraphale was going to wake up... he wouldn't know what to say. He didn't want to ignore the Angel - he'd done nothing wrong, after all. Well, he had as much blame on their communication errors that Crowley did himself.
Anyway, he made sure to be extra careful to not wake the other up, gently placing the covers back down to keep the heat in, and tip-toed his way out their room and towards the stairs.
The soft pitter patter of rain somewhat soothed Crowley's anxiety. He observed from the kitchen window, clutching a mug of freshly made coffee, the garden in which his prized plants were now planted. He saw how each raindrop ran its way down the verdant steams and into the soil below. The rhythmic repetition sent him into some sort of trance. Although he was still thinking about earlier.
After a while, though, he decided that while he was there, he might as well make them some breakfast. The kitchen was absolutely packed with a plethora of different ingredients, yet Crowley decided to go for some eggs and bacon. Simple. Right...?
Wrong. Oh god, so very wrong.
Crowley found out that morning that he really couldn't cook. First, he'd cracked two eggs into a small pan. The eggs contained about 60% shell and 40% the actual egg parts. The Demon would still try to argue that it added 'texture'.
The next failure was when he tried to open the bacon. He just couldn't, for the life of him, get into that fucking packet of bacon.
"Why on this fucking Earth did they make packaging this so difficult?!" He'd huffed angrily, still quiet enough to not wake Aziraphale up. After using a knife from the kitchen drawer (notably on the opposite side of the room), he'd finally managed to get into it. However, just as the Demon had thought he'd finally gotten the hang of it... he dropped it. Not just a piece or two.
The entire. Fucking. Box.
Even though he'd quickly used a miracle to get it back, it showed just how useless Crowley was at cooking.
And finally. The icing on this metaphorical disaster cake...
He almost set the entire cottage on fire.
Aziraphale had been smart and miracled some smoke detectors when they'd first arrived, after finding there was none already installed. However, it was not great when a loud beeping sound filled the house, and there was no way Aziraphale was going to be sleeping through that.
He heard the loud noise and woke up with a jolt. Panic overtook his body, and in a flash, he was out of bed and pelting down the stairs.
"CROWLEY! CROWLEY ARE YOU OKA-"
The sight he saw when arriving into the kitchen was... interesting. The Demon was stood in the middle of the room, juggling a pan full of food. Food that Aziraphale genuinely couldn't tell what it was. The room itself was covered in a thick layer of smoke coming from the oven. Crowley's face was covered in sweat, a little apron the Angel had never seen before tied around his waist. It was safe to say the scene was pretty messy.
"Oh dear." Aziraphale sighed, smiling tiredly. With a click of his fingers, there was no longer smoke trailing from the oven, and the room had been returned to normal. In fact, the mystery food had turned into a beautifully presented plate of eggs and bacon.
"That's more like it! I really do appreciate the effort, dearest, but maybe you should let me teach you." Aziraphale's smile relieved Crowley more than words ever could. It made him smile back - the Angel's happiness was contagious.
"I'm sorry, angel..." Crowley sighed. He felt like he'd dissapointed the Angel, even if it was something as trivial as using an oven.
Aziraphale could see that clearly, and decided that he'd spend the rest of the morning helping him to cook.
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I am so fucking tired omg
I was at a theme park all day and I STILL managed to write an entire chapter 💅
The Good Omens grind never stops fr
Anyway! I hope you enjoyed, sorry I can't post this right now as I'm typing because we just don't have WiFi, but I'm gonna try writing each chapter and publishing them all at the same time when I get home! So you'll have lots of content to read through 👹
These chapters may also be shorter depending on how tired I am after the day, so be warned some may be under 1k words.
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