For A Thousand Years Part 7
It took Crowley quite a long time to gather up the nerve to actually try to use the talisman given to him by the witch. Nearly four hundred years to be exact. He'd been traveling all over the world in that time. There were temptations to be accomplished after all. And he needed to decide what exactly he wanted to do. If he really did want to track down his angel's soul or if he wanted to just leave it to happenstance that they would run into each other again. Finally, he made the decision to use the talisman and find his angel.
He held the wooden snake in his hand and closed his eyes. He thought about Aziraphale and smiled. He went back over all of the time that he'd had with him. He thought about Asriel, Astraia, and Arrella. He remembered all the time that they'd had together. The witch was right about one thing. He then had the sudden urge to go up North. Very far up North. He slipped the talisman into his pocket and then headed to where his heart would lead him.
It took a little over a month of traveling before he found himself in the middle of a village of Norsemen. Crowley wasn't sure what he had been expecting but this certainly wasn't it. He honestly wasn't even sure he was in the right village, he just knew that his angel was somewhere in the area. Crowley held the talisman in his hand again and closed his eyes as he stood in the middle of the village square.
"Can I help you?" A voice asked from behind him. Crowley's eyes popped open and he turned with a smile on his face. There was that beautiful glow, those gorgeous blue eyes, that almost white blond hair. He was wonderful.
"I'm just a little bit lost. Trying to find my way." Crowley smiled. This one would take a slightly different approach. He wouldn't be able to just say the word and get the man to remember him, but Crowley had a plan. "I think I've found it, though. Thank you." He said with a nod.
"Are you sure?" The man asked. "I know this area very well. I can tell you how to get almost anywhere." He smiled brightly. Oh it really was his angel. Though Crowley hadn't been expecting the man to be quite so tall and muscular. It made things a little exciting.
"I'm very sure, thank you." Crowley said with a quick bow before starting down the road out of the village. The gears were already turning on how he would approach the whole situation.
He wanted two weeks. He watched the village, the man that was his angel in particular. He enjoyed his drink, that was for sure, and he did like to go hunting, but he seemed to go home alone every night. He had no one in his house. His friends would even poke fun at him for not being married yet. This was extremely helpful information. Crowley also took the time to keep an eye on the women in the village. There were at least three that constantly tried to get the man's attention in a romantic way. He was a prized specimen after all. Crowley found himself getting jealous when they would fawn over him. When he had finally gathered what he considered to be enough information, he made his move.
Being a woman seemed to be the best way to get his angel's attention in this particular case. Though Crowley had watched him give appreciative glances to some of the other men, he didn't seem to want to go to bed with any of them. Crowley was going to be a woman that any Norsemen would dream of taking for a wife.
Her hair was down to her knees and pulled back into an intricate braid. She had the curves that indicated she had enough food but was muscular and strong. A woman that could do a man's work if needed. She went with bright green eyes to counter her flaming red hair. It was unseen in the area and made her stand out. As she walked into the village, all eyes were on her. The man that was her angel was standing talking to another man. They stared at Crowley for a moment and then the other man pushed the angel in her direction.
"You carry yourself with confidence." He said with a smile as he approached her.
"It comes from knowing what I want." Crowley smiled back, giving him a little curtsey. "My name is Ciarra." She smiled at him.
"My name is Ingram." The man said with a bow. "And what is it that you want, Lady Ciarra?" He smiled back at her.
"That is a very simple question to answer." Crowley said and slowly walked up to him. She put a hand over his heart and looked up into his eyes. It was very strange for Aziraphale to be taller than Crowley but he really didn't mind it at all. Ingram looked down at her hand and then looked into her eyes.
"Is it, now?" He asked. He knew that she could probably feel his heart pounding in his chest. She was absolutely beautiful and so different from the other women in the village. They would have many strong sons together, he knew it. Rather than saying anything, Crowley slid her hand up to the back of his head and pulled him down into a heated kiss. There was cheering from all around them. Ingram put his arms around her and pulled her close, losing himself in the kiss. After a few moments, they parted and Crowley looked into Ingram's eyes.
"Perhaps we could have this discussion in a more private setting?" She asked with a smirk. Ingram nodded and grinned evilly. Crowley let out a little shriek and then laughed as Ingram picked her up over his shoulder, lightly smacking her backside before carrying her off to his house.
"How have you heard of me?" Ingram asked as he set Crowley down on her feet. She straightened her dress a bit before smiling at him.
"There was a man here a few weeks ago. He was my brother. He said you were very kind to him. He told me that I should come find you and snatch you up before any of the other women could." She blushed a little bit. "He's been trying to find me a husband for quite some time."
"It was a very short meeting. How does he know I'm not a horrible person? I could beat you, treat you badly." Ingram crossed his arms as he looked at her. Crowley moved over and put her hands on his arms, looking up at him.
"My brother is a very find judge of character." She smiled. "He can tell just by looking at someone whether or not they have a good heart."
"That is a very useful skill." Ingram said with a nod.
"It is one of the reasons I was not married a long time ago." Crowley got Ingram to gently move his arms. She moved closer so that their bodies were touching, putting her hands on his shoulders. Her wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her, smiling a little bit. Crowley felt safe in his strong arms.
"And he told you I am a good person?" Ingram asked, pulling Crowley a little bit closer. Crowley sighed happily and nodded.
"He told me you were an angel." She kept her eyes locked on his as she said it. The brow furrowed and there was an obvious moment of confusion and then the recognition came again. The man that was now Aziraphale reached up a hand to place it on Crowley's cheek.
"You are very beautiful, my love." He smiled brightly. "How long has it been this time?"
"Quite a long time. I kind of lost track." She chuckled softly. "Are you going to ask me that every time?"
"I believe I will, yes." Aziraphale nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "They will all be happy to see Ingram married. He's been very lonely for quite a long time." At least a long time for a human anyway. "Though I do wonder how we will explain them not having children."
"Miracles do happen." Crowley said with a smirk and a wink. One strong son was all they really needed to get everyone off their back, after all.
"You are very right about that, my love." Aziraphale said before giving Crowley a passionate kiss.
Crowley fully intended to make sure that at least one child came from their union, no matter what it would take. The fates did not agree with that decision however. They had been married only a few weeks when Aziraphale was sent away with a raiding party. The only thing that would return from the raid was his sword and his shield. Crowley stayed in the village until she could no longer hide the fact that she wasn't aging, ignoring every attempt from other young warriors to take her as a wife.
He held the wooden snake in his hand and closed his eyes. He thought about Aziraphale and smiled. He went back over all of the time that he'd had with him. He thought about Asriel, Astraia, and Arrella. He remembered all the time that they'd had together. The witch was right about one thing. He then had the sudden urge to go up North. Very far up North. He slipped the talisman into his pocket and then headed to where his heart would lead him.
It took a little over a month of traveling before he found himself in the middle of a village of Norsemen. Crowley wasn't sure what he had been expecting but this certainly wasn't it. He honestly wasn't even sure he was in the right village, he just knew that his angel was somewhere in the area. Crowley held the talisman in his hand again and closed his eyes as he stood in the middle of the village square.
"Can I help you?" A voice asked from behind him. Crowley's eyes popped open and he turned with a smile on his face. There was that beautiful glow, those gorgeous blue eyes, that almost white blond hair. He was wonderful.
"I'm just a little bit lost. Trying to find my way." Crowley smiled. This one would take a slightly different approach. He wouldn't be able to just say the word and get the man to remember him, but Crowley had a plan. "I think I've found it, though. Thank you." He said with a nod.
"Are you sure?" The man asked. "I know this area very well. I can tell you how to get almost anywhere." He smiled brightly. Oh it really was his angel. Though Crowley hadn't been expecting the man to be quite so tall and muscular. It made things a little exciting.
"I'm very sure, thank you." Crowley said with a quick bow before starting down the road out of the village. The gears were already turning on how he would approach the whole situation.
He wanted two weeks. He watched the village, the man that was his angel in particular. He enjoyed his drink, that was for sure, and he did like to go hunting, but he seemed to go home alone every night. He had no one in his house. His friends would even poke fun at him for not being married yet. This was extremely helpful information. Crowley also took the time to keep an eye on the women in the village. There were at least three that constantly tried to get the man's attention in a romantic way. He was a prized specimen after all. Crowley found himself getting jealous when they would fawn over him. When he had finally gathered what he considered to be enough information, he made his move.
Being a woman seemed to be the best way to get his angel's attention in this particular case. Though Crowley had watched him give appreciative glances to some of the other men, he didn't seem to want to go to bed with any of them. Crowley was going to be a woman that any Norsemen would dream of taking for a wife.
Her hair was down to her knees and pulled back into an intricate braid. She had the curves that indicated she had enough food but was muscular and strong. A woman that could do a man's work if needed. She went with bright green eyes to counter her flaming red hair. It was unseen in the area and made her stand out. As she walked into the village, all eyes were on her. The man that was her angel was standing talking to another man. They stared at Crowley for a moment and then the other man pushed the angel in her direction.
"You carry yourself with confidence." He said with a smile as he approached her.
"It comes from knowing what I want." Crowley smiled back, giving him a little curtsey. "My name is Ciarra." She smiled at him.
"My name is Ingram." The man said with a bow. "And what is it that you want, Lady Ciarra?" He smiled back at her.
"That is a very simple question to answer." Crowley said and slowly walked up to him. She put a hand over his heart and looked up into his eyes. It was very strange for Aziraphale to be taller than Crowley but he really didn't mind it at all. Ingram looked down at her hand and then looked into her eyes.
"Is it, now?" He asked. He knew that she could probably feel his heart pounding in his chest. She was absolutely beautiful and so different from the other women in the village. They would have many strong sons together, he knew it. Rather than saying anything, Crowley slid her hand up to the back of his head and pulled him down into a heated kiss. There was cheering from all around them. Ingram put his arms around her and pulled her close, losing himself in the kiss. After a few moments, they parted and Crowley looked into Ingram's eyes.
"Perhaps we could have this discussion in a more private setting?" She asked with a smirk. Ingram nodded and grinned evilly. Crowley let out a little shriek and then laughed as Ingram picked her up over his shoulder, lightly smacking her backside before carrying her off to his house.
"How have you heard of me?" Ingram asked as he set Crowley down on her feet. She straightened her dress a bit before smiling at him.
"There was a man here a few weeks ago. He was my brother. He said you were very kind to him. He told me that I should come find you and snatch you up before any of the other women could." She blushed a little bit. "He's been trying to find me a husband for quite some time."
"It was a very short meeting. How does he know I'm not a horrible person? I could beat you, treat you badly." Ingram crossed his arms as he looked at her. Crowley moved over and put her hands on his arms, looking up at him.
"My brother is a very find judge of character." She smiled. "He can tell just by looking at someone whether or not they have a good heart."
"That is a very useful skill." Ingram said with a nod.
"It is one of the reasons I was not married a long time ago." Crowley got Ingram to gently move his arms. She moved closer so that their bodies were touching, putting her hands on his shoulders. Her wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her, smiling a little bit. Crowley felt safe in his strong arms.
"And he told you I am a good person?" Ingram asked, pulling Crowley a little bit closer. Crowley sighed happily and nodded.
"He told me you were an angel." She kept her eyes locked on his as she said it. The brow furrowed and there was an obvious moment of confusion and then the recognition came again. The man that was now Aziraphale reached up a hand to place it on Crowley's cheek.
"You are very beautiful, my love." He smiled brightly. "How long has it been this time?"
"Quite a long time. I kind of lost track." She chuckled softly. "Are you going to ask me that every time?"
"I believe I will, yes." Aziraphale nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "They will all be happy to see Ingram married. He's been very lonely for quite a long time." At least a long time for a human anyway. "Though I do wonder how we will explain them not having children."
"Miracles do happen." Crowley said with a smirk and a wink. One strong son was all they really needed to get everyone off their back, after all.
"You are very right about that, my love." Aziraphale said before giving Crowley a passionate kiss.
Crowley fully intended to make sure that at least one child came from their union, no matter what it would take. The fates did not agree with that decision however. They had been married only a few weeks when Aziraphale was sent away with a raiding party. The only thing that would return from the raid was his sword and his shield. Crowley stayed in the village until she could no longer hide the fact that she wasn't aging, ignoring every attempt from other young warriors to take her as a wife.
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