I just watched it with some friends. A lovely ending, but the script (and the drovers) are ultimately way too lenient towards Favor. Throughout the ep, I kept thinking “He’s being unforgivable” and “I like Elfbert’s Gil better”.
A/N: this is amazingly late. but I hope worth the wait – I had a ridiculous amount of fun writing this! especially that crowley through the eyes of aziraphale is delightful to write
summary: Aziraphale is recalled to heaven. Crowley copes exquisitely well.
Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back. — Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain
As a rule, Aziraphale doesn’t tend to think too much about things that escape the label of his strict interest. By default, he finds them either entirely inconsequential (modern music of all sort, the fashion industry and Gabriel’s newly devised pow-wow system of monthly self-evaluation, because in all honesty, what is there so important to communicate that cannot be communicated through a peacefully written report?) or equally daunting (fast driving, salmiakki and over-eager shop customers, or to be honest, any shop customers)—and thus unworthy of attention.
But this reasonable approach has a tendency of going belly up and turning inconspicuously into varyingly progressed denial. Aziraphale is more or less aware of it, and more than less set upon ignoring it.
In Victoria, Australia, we are expecting three days’ storms and heavy rain, with flood danger. So my electricity can go at any time, and my house can get flooded (it already happened once, about 10 years ago). So it’s not going to be “bad manners” if I don’t respond to your posts.
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