He'd overlooked the slightly frumpy, pale being feeding the ducks in the lamplight. His mind was a million places at once, after all. He knew where he was, there was life teeming all around him. The sterile, barren place he'd been was nothing more than a memory, he hoped. And he knew his angel had to be out there in the world.
But when the pale (read: bright, he was squinting even under his sunglasses) being rushed over to him and started barraging him with worried questions... Well it didn't take long for him to realize just who it was in front of him. Aziraphale! He could not believe his good fortune at finding the one being he wanted to see more than anything in the universe. It didn't matter that he looked different, his aura was unmistakable. There was no one this being before him could be except the angel.
His cracked lips parted slightly as he looked up at the holy creature taking him in, a sight for literal sore eyes. And.... Words just couldn't come to him. All his hopes, all his loneliness, all his regrets came crashing down on him and he nearly broke in that moment. Could this truly be? His brow twitched with the waves of conflicting emotions roiling through him.
For his part, Crowley looked like he'd been through the ringer. His suit was frayed and tattered around the edges, his sunglasses were scratched, he had scuffs about his paler than usual skin, and his dark hair was unkempt. He'd never looked so rough even after a trip down to Hell.
And then of course, was the small (yet full sized) gecko sticking to the demon's sunglasses. She looked dull and dirty, but it was unmistakable that her scales were bright underneath, greens and reds and yellows and blues. And she was looking right at Aziraphale with her yellow (almost golden), slit-pupiled eyes that looked exactly like Crowley's (but in a Gecko's face).
It was, of course, Antia who spoke first. Crowley couldn't. He wanted to say everything, but his breath was trapped in his throat. "Aziraphale?" Even her voice, still a touch raspy from the time she'd remained silent, wavered with Crowley's rough emotions. "Aziraphale I can't believe it's you. I can't believe this is real."
Her eyes watered before she dipped her little head to wipe the excess liquid with her foot. Odd though as geckos don't... shouldn't have tear ducts. But here was this small gecko very clearly crying tears of relief and joy and sorrow.
Crowley finally found it in him to move at the sound of Antia's voice. It wasn't much, but he carefully lifted a trembling hand to reach for the angel's own. Maybe, he thought, maybe if I can feel him I'll know this isn't a delusion.
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But when the pale (read: bright, he was squinting even under his sunglasses) being rushed over to him and started barraging him with worried questions... Well it didn't take long for him to realize just who it was in front of him. Aziraphale! He could not believe his good fortune at finding the one being he wanted to see more than anything in the universe. It didn't matter that he looked different, his aura was unmistakable. There was no one this being before him could be except the angel.
His cracked lips parted slightly as he looked up at the holy creature taking him in, a sight for literal sore eyes. And.... Words just couldn't come to him. All his hopes, all his loneliness, all his regrets came crashing down on him and he nearly broke in that moment. Could this truly be? His brow twitched with the waves of conflicting emotions roiling through him.
For his part, Crowley looked like he'd been through the ringer. His suit was frayed and tattered around the edges, his sunglasses were scratched, he had scuffs about his paler than usual skin, and his dark hair was unkempt. He'd never looked so rough even after a trip down to Hell.
And then of course, was the small (yet full sized) gecko sticking to the demon's sunglasses. She looked dull and dirty, but it was unmistakable that her scales were bright underneath, greens and reds and yellows and blues. And she was looking right at Aziraphale with her yellow (almost golden), slit-pupiled eyes that looked exactly like Crowley's (but in a Gecko's face).
It was, of course, Antia who spoke first. Crowley couldn't. He wanted to say everything, but his breath was trapped in his throat. "Aziraphale?" Even her voice, still a touch raspy from the time she'd remained silent, wavered with Crowley's rough emotions. "Aziraphale I can't believe it's you. I can't believe this is real."
Her eyes watered before she dipped her little head to wipe the excess liquid with her foot. Odd though as geckos don't... shouldn't have tear ducts. But here was this small gecko very clearly crying tears of relief and joy and sorrow.
Crowley finally found it in him to move at the sound of Antia's voice. It wasn't much, but he carefully lifted a trembling hand to reach for the angel's own. Maybe, he thought, maybe if I can feel him I'll know this isn't a delusion.