Crowley's Favorite Fourteenth Century.......B.C.

Crowley's Favorite

Egypt 1400+ B.C.

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Aziraphale had just made it to Egypt, a new son was born and he wanted to see for himself, plus the desert was becoming a bit warm for him. He missed his books and scrolls and had a longing to sit in a library and read. Making himself as unrelentingly unobvious as possible, and keeping his head covered, his eyes slightly down he traveled in on camel, stopping at what looked like an Inn to get a room or somewhere to stay. Aziraphale entered the Inn and spoke quietly to the Inn Keeper, blessing them, quietly taking what they offered on the upper floor, so he could see the stars, he smiled and went up to his room. Carrying his bag, opening the door, he set it down on the chair. It was a nice room, of that he couldn't deny. I mean he did have standards, he grinned, seeing the balcony and walked out there first. Looking up he could see the expanse of the city and beyond the desert, things being built, he closed his vividly blue eyes filled with a silver storm of angelic shine seemingly glowing behind dark eyelashes.

Going back inside the breeze blowing into his room, the shifts of sheer materials and silks dancing into the room, he took his wrap off his head, heavenly platinum curls wet from the heat stood out against his rather pale skin and a slight burn across his nose and cheeks. Aziraphale snapped his fingers, his entirety was perfect again, hair dry, clean, somehow styled in a way that made him stand out more as being desirable, the black eyeliner of the day made his eyes and the white of his hair stand out even more. Aziraphale was always pleasant with anyone he spoke to but as of late, he could feel tendrils of desire and other things dripping off people the longer they looked at him and he wondered at times if it Crowley hadn't done something, it couldn't just be him. The hour was growing late and he decided to get something to eat, and read a scroll he had found in desert while riding into the city.

Aziraphale finished reading the scroll which he found astoundingly amazing to read, he always wondered how they got the brain out during mummification, well now he did and he wasn't entirely sure he appreciated it. A good read, yes, could he have done without that tidbit of knowledge, yes. Standing he went back out to the balcony and looked up at the stars. Raphael had done such an amazing job on the universe, he didn't think there was anything more beautiful than those stars. Without realizing it, he let his wings unfurl in the breeze, they stretched out and reached back and up towards the stars, letting the night breeze ripple through the feathers. He let them shake out, stretch and then rest back upon his back, they stood taller than him, and dragged slightly behind him when resting. What he didn't notice or even consider as he stood there star gazing were the two guards that were looking up at him as he did this. That was until he heard a gasp, and his eyes flew down to the guards, eyes that blazed with heavenly glory locked eyes with the mortal guards, Aziraphale then quickly looked behind him seeing his wings.

If he snapped his fingers it would make things worse, he wasn't allowed to show human divinity, or let them see miracles at work. Oh, this was going to be so much paperwork, and it would be more than a strongly worded note from Gabriel this time, oh he was in so much trouble. Slowly he furled his wings back into the other dimension hiding them, slowly he backed into his room. His eyes still couldn't be hidden, the dark of the night just made them stand out more, plus he had adorned them with the makeup of the time, everything he had done was making everything so much worse. Aziraphale slowly got his things back into his bag and waited, they were going to show up for him, he knew they were, there was no way around it. So rather than trying to leave and being captured he would play this out. What was the worst that could happen?

As he figured out what to do, he heard footsteps, not of many but of a few and slowly, not rushed, then unexpectedly, a knock on his door. To which he got up and opened the door, he didn't try to hide his appearance, his angelically platinum hair, a halo of white in the light around his head, his eyes, vividly blue with a silver angelic storm, like the stars in the sky, his lips full and somehow a pink that the woman of the day tried to dye their lips too. Aziraphales eyes darted back and forth between the guards, these were not normal guards these were the Pharaohs guards and they were armed and looking at him with some kind of reverence. He wasn't at comfortable with this, but also lost any fear he had, this was something else entirely.