I do think people are forgetting, sometimes willingly, that Aziraphale is JUST as heartbroken over the rejection as Crowley
They did not walk out of there with Crowley destroyed and Aziraphale bummed but getting over it once he was in the elevator. Aziraphale went to Crowley all giddy and excited because he really thought this was finally it, this was finally their chance to be happy, and he sees it as Crowley taking that chance and stomping on it. H wasn’t lying when he said he needed Crowley, he DOES, and now he thinks Crowley chose his hate for heaven over his love for him just as Crowley thinks Aziraphale chose his devotion to god over his devotion to him
It wasn’t as simple as “Aziraphale rejected Crowley” they both think the other rejected them it was essentially the messiest mutual break up you’ve ever seen
They’re both completely heartbroken and do not see the part they played in their own heartbreak. Both thinking THE OTHER caused it. It’s such a mess. It’s SUCH a mess I cannot STAND these two
Mark was still staring at Crowley sympathetically. He’d been making the same face practically from the first moment Crowley had walked in, flung himself down on the sofa, and started panicking. It was an annoying face, Crowley had since decided. Mark was looking at him like Crowley was a kicked puppy instead of a heartbroken shell of a man(-shaped-being), like Crowley needed consoling and comfort rather than a fucking instruction manual.
“I can’t tell you what to do,” Mark said after a moment.
Hey kids! GO2 has consumed my brain and I simply must keep writing this until it’s done because Crowley deserves to be healthy and happy (and so does Aziraphale, but this is a Crowley-centric fic). Anyway, have some more of this eventual-fix-it fic!!
“You were so overcome by the depths of emotions which you couldn’t find words to express…” “Overcome by annoyance, maybe.” Aziraphale gave the muttered aside the lack of attention it warranted. “Your beautiful eyes,” he went on, “shining with tears…”
Instead of sleeping, I wrote a ficlet where Aziraphale and Crowley have slightly different stories about how their first kiss went. Pure fluff, canonverse, unrelated to s2.
I come bearing some,,, interesting news today. I took a bad fall while hiking in Glencoe a few days ago (tumbled off a small cliff, broke my fall mostly with my face and right side), and while I am mostly okay and it certainly could have been worse, I am still unable to work this week and am losing necessary income. If you or anyone you know is able to help, I would greatly appreciate it!! If you can’t help financially, any signal boost would be wonderful.
I know this isn’t my typical type of post, but I also hope that it won’t be a bother to any of you. The link to my GoFundMe is below.
