rest part 2
Aziraphale was not at all upset with Crowley. He knew that the demon often slept after rather trying situations. Sometimes it was after a particularly emotional event, sometimes it was because he just wanted to shut himself off from the world for a bit. Aziraphale just assumed that being a demon was especially trying and that Crowley handled the worst of it by sleeping.
During Crowley's nap, Aziraphale tended to his house plants. He made sure to be very quiet, just popping in rather than going through the door. He would water them and quietly talk to them. They seemed to appreciate the attention. Aziraphale knew that Crowley would be upset if anything happened to his plants because of his nap. He also made sure to keep the place tidy. He would miracle away any dust that might have appeared, though it was rare. He was pretty certain that even the dust was terrified of Crowley.
A week turned into a month and then a month turned into a year and then two years and so forth. Aziraphale had actually set a reminder for exactly five years after he received Crowley's letter so that he wouldn't forget to wake him up, if needed. He would check in on Crowley ever now and then, quietly opening the bedroom door and just seeing how he was doing. On one occasion, Crowley was on the floor tangled up in his blankets. Aziraphale wanted to put him back in bed but he left it alone and sure enough, the next time he came over Crowley was back in bed again. Aziraphale just smiled and went back to his bookshop.
One of the problems with napping for long periods of time is that it gave him an opportunity to have all kinds of dreams. Most of the time his dreams could actually be described as good. For the last couple of centuries, the angel had featured heavily in them. Both the dreams and the nightmares. Sometimes they'd be sitting together on the bench in the park just having a good day and sometimes something bad would happen.
He kept having dreams about running into the burning bookshop. The nightmares usually involved him finding Aziraphale's lifeless corporation in the middle of all of the flames. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Aziraphale and the nightmares played on that. He was almost certain that Hell had something to do with it, but he wasn't quite sure how.
There were times that, in the midst of a particularly bad nightmare, Crowley could actually feel Aziraphale smoothing his hair. He could hear his voice trying to calm him. The soothing words that everything would be okay echoing in his mind. Sometimes the dream would change. Aziraphale would appear and reassure him that none of it was real. He had a feeling that was actually the angel and not just some manifestation of his imagination. Angels did have that ability, after all. It was nice knowing that Aziraphale would keep him safe, even from his own dreams. It was part of why he could sleep so soundly. Even within the nightmares he was safe.
During Crowley's nap, Aziraphale tended to his house plants. He made sure to be very quiet, just popping in rather than going through the door. He would water them and quietly talk to them. They seemed to appreciate the attention. Aziraphale knew that Crowley would be upset if anything happened to his plants because of his nap. He also made sure to keep the place tidy. He would miracle away any dust that might have appeared, though it was rare. He was pretty certain that even the dust was terrified of Crowley.
A week turned into a month and then a month turned into a year and then two years and so forth. Aziraphale had actually set a reminder for exactly five years after he received Crowley's letter so that he wouldn't forget to wake him up, if needed. He would check in on Crowley ever now and then, quietly opening the bedroom door and just seeing how he was doing. On one occasion, Crowley was on the floor tangled up in his blankets. Aziraphale wanted to put him back in bed but he left it alone and sure enough, the next time he came over Crowley was back in bed again. Aziraphale just smiled and went back to his bookshop.
One of the problems with napping for long periods of time is that it gave him an opportunity to have all kinds of dreams. Most of the time his dreams could actually be described as good. For the last couple of centuries, the angel had featured heavily in them. Both the dreams and the nightmares. Sometimes they'd be sitting together on the bench in the park just having a good day and sometimes something bad would happen.
He kept having dreams about running into the burning bookshop. The nightmares usually involved him finding Aziraphale's lifeless corporation in the middle of all of the flames. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Aziraphale and the nightmares played on that. He was almost certain that Hell had something to do with it, but he wasn't quite sure how.
There were times that, in the midst of a particularly bad nightmare, Crowley could actually feel Aziraphale smoothing his hair. He could hear his voice trying to calm him. The soothing words that everything would be okay echoing in his mind. Sometimes the dream would change. Aziraphale would appear and reassure him that none of it was real. He had a feeling that was actually the angel and not just some manifestation of his imagination. Angels did have that ability, after all. It was nice knowing that Aziraphale would keep him safe, even from his own dreams. It was part of why he could sleep so soundly. Even within the nightmares he was safe.
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