fandomtownies | The Park, Wedndesday Morning

After transporting Wilson to the clinic and then spending a little time making sure the young doctor was settled in there, Aziraphale slipped out for a walk. It did him good to see the mortal world around him, even as strange a spot in it as Fandom was.

He was drawn to the park, of course, and moreso when he saw the familiar figure on the bench. Taking a seat quietly next to Lucifer, Aziraphale watched the ducklings peck about for their breadcrumbs.

Lucifer continued to sit in silence, shifting slightly in acknowledgement of the other angel's presence but not making in overt move to greet him.

It would have been too unlike Lucifer to make a big deal out of the other angel's presence, and Aziraphale felt relieved at that bit of normality. He had a hard time sitting silently for long, though, and so after a few minutes, he turned his head to look at the Adversary.

"Are things...as they should be now?" he asked softly.

He nodded, looking down at the ducklings. "Yes. The damage was repaired."

Aziraphale nodded as well, relieved that the taint that had touched Lucifer's creation was gone.

"I never...saw such things before. I suppose it's because I've been inhabiting the mortal world for so long. Or maybe it's just my own blindness. But I never realized there was...so much there, beyond Heaven and the world."

He'd never seen the Hell that existed in his dimension, and so couldn't speak to what might be there. But Aziraphale was certainly reevaluating what he'd always believed was there.

Lucifer gave a small snort of amusement. "And yet you live in a nexus of worlds," He said, leaning back against the bench, arms spread over the edge.

"They have a tendency to ignore what does not fit into the official view of the universe, I suppose it should not be surprising that you were unaware."

"But it's... mortals here. Mostly."

Okay, yes, Aziraphale had sort of pushed that whole issue to the back of his head. It had been too strange to think on, and until now he hadn't really had reason to want to understand. So with a sigh, he nodded and looked down at his shoes.

"I know. I've let myself be fooled, and not tried enough to make sense of things. I've never really been that curious, Lucifer. I suppose it's why it took me so long to learn as much about the mortal world as I know now. And even that's not much to boast about. Although knowing James has been a blessing in that regard."

Aziraphale frowned, and ran a finger over the ring that encircled his finger.

"Then you find a new way to see things," Lucifer said simply. "And you re-learn what you thought you knew."

"That hasn't always been as easy for me as you make it sound," Aziraphale chuckled dryly. "But you're right, I know. I suppose I'm just not quite sure yet what to think about all of it. Any of it."

He looked up at Lucifer, his eyes tinted with gray. "You've always questioned, Lucifer. I never have, not really. Not unless it was to try and keep up with Crowley's ideas. It's...a little frightening."

"Frightening enough to go back to ignorance?"

Was it? If it were possible for Aziraphale to forget what he'd recently discovered, would he choose to do so?

"No. I would rather know the truth. Even if I'm not yet certain what to do with it."

Lucifer nodded, pleased that the angel wouldn't take the easy way out. He had hoped Aziraphale would be worth his time and was always pleased to see it proven.

"Good."

Strangely, it always warmed Aziraphale to see that approval. He supposed it was because of who Lucifer had been, before the Fall.

And maybe it was also who he was now, after. Aziraphale had always had a great deal of difficulty with the idea of basing his opinions of a person simply on which side of an argument they'd chosen.

"I...haven't talked to James very much about what happened," he admitted, the words coming very softly. "I've been a little afraid to, because I'm not sure to say. And I'm afraid, now that our bond is broken, he won't want it back."

For showing so much potential in other areas, the pair of them could be so very stupid.

"Has he threatened you for having wings again?"

That got a bit of a chuckle out of the angel. "No, not recently. He seems rather pleased to have the wings around again. But it's one thing to want someone around, and another to bind yourself to them so that you can't ever be apart."

Aziraphale rubbed a hand over his eyes. "I know what you're thinking, Lucifer. You're thinking 'why does he tell me this, instead of talking to James about it'. Which is what I should do, of course. But the thing is, I don't think I can fix it. And I'm a little afraid that Above won't be willing to do it a second time. So...I suppose maybe I'm also afraid that James will want it back, and I'll disappoint him."

Yes, indeed, Aziraphale was capable of achieving great heights of stupidity when he really tried.

"Perhaps," He said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "You should leave that up to him to decide."

Aziraphale cocked his head to look sideways at Lucifer, and then a little smile danced on his lips.

"You're ruining my dithering," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "And of course you're right, but don't you think you'd get awfully bored if I always figured that out first off, and didn't give you the chance to remind me of it?"

Taking a deep breath, the angel sat back against the bench, looking a great deal calmer. "I suppose you aren't the sort who talks to anyone about what you're thinking, but I would be happy to listen, Lucifer, if you ever did."

He did so enjoy playing relationship counselor to angels and their consorts.

"I will keep that in mind."

With a nod, Aziraphale stood, and turned to look back at the other angel.

"I'm glad that I was able to help you. And I'm glad that you're all right. I'm afraid that I'm not really sorry that I pushed you, but I hope you won't mind that very much."

He smiled again, and leaned over to kiss the Adversary lightly on the cheek. "And I'm glad that you're here, Lucifer. Even if it isn't exactly the sort of thing Above would like to hear."

Ah. Yes. The attack. He had not forgotten that.

Lucifer placed his hand on the side of Aziraphale's face, just looking at him. "I must say that I am also glad to be as I should," He said, running his thumb over the angel's temple.

"Go. Talk to him."

Aziraphale's smiled deepened, and he tilted his head just a little into the touch.

"He's working this morning, but I'll talk to him tonight, I promise."

He wanted to thank Lucifer, for his patience, and for his advice. But knowing how the Adversary felt about such things, he kept silent. Although he imagined the other angel knew, whether it was voiced or not.

"Have a good day, Lucifer," Aziraphale said softly, with another quick smile before he straightened and headed back across the park.

The Park, Wedndesday Morning

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