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the problem with keeping human clothes and miracles is that miracles only worked on belief. Crowley remained clothed not because he believed he should be clothed, but because he believed he should look stylish at all times. Aziraphale, like many angels, struggled to maintain miracles to remained clothed because, to be honest, being clothed was not the natural state of things, and many an angel would simply /forget/ they where supposed to be covered, and the miracle would slip away. And as an angel set on earth for such a long time, it's quiet easy to see why he fell int o human fabricated clothing so easily. he stuck to the approved colour palate for the most part, but the very first humans had mad his first outfit, and if anyone had been paying attention, they would have remained he was a lost cause only a few years into the human experiment.
He would remember to maintain the miracle of clothing when others were around, but sometimes... well. he'd forget and the miracle would slip away. He'd thought he'd been good at maintaining it, but apparently, Adam or Eve had noticed, and one day while he was entertaining the very tiny newest human, the couple had gifted him with soft grass woven coverings.
Before the angel could worry he'd offended to two, Adam had smiled at him, had patted his cheek in a gesture he sometimes did to his tiny son. "To protect you from the sun and sand," he'd explained.
Angels do not have to worry about sunburn, they'd not yet understood that was a thing yet, and the sand was easily buffed away during windy days. But the frail, fragile humans, worry about /him/ had been an act of kindness Aziraphale could not forget.
Latter, he would learn Eve had done the same for Crowley. the demon had spent the day with the woman adorning both they wearings with dyes and seeds. the beginning of fashion it would seem.
Aziraphale miracle those simple garments for decades, long past the true life span of the grass. It was the first time he'd release the short comings of miracles. that if he dwelt on how old the item was, it would start to crumble. it because a constant struggle to not think about something which is always a task in in of itself.
So he would learn that human made was simply easier, and the fewer miracles the better
He would remember to maintain the miracle of clothing when others were around, but sometimes... well. he'd forget and the miracle would slip away. He'd thought he'd been good at maintaining it, but apparently, Adam or Eve had noticed, and one day while he was entertaining the very tiny newest human, the couple had gifted him with soft grass woven coverings.
Before the angel could worry he'd offended to two, Adam had smiled at him, had patted his cheek in a gesture he sometimes did to his tiny son. "To protect you from the sun and sand," he'd explained.
Angels do not have to worry about sunburn, they'd not yet understood that was a thing yet, and the sand was easily buffed away during windy days. But the frail, fragile humans, worry about /him/ had been an act of kindness Aziraphale could not forget.
Latter, he would learn Eve had done the same for Crowley. the demon had spent the day with the woman adorning both they wearings with dyes and seeds. the beginning of fashion it would seem.
Aziraphale miracle those simple garments for decades, long past the true life span of the grass. It was the first time he'd release the short comings of miracles. that if he dwelt on how old the item was, it would start to crumble. it because a constant struggle to not think about something which is always a task in in of itself.
So he would learn that human made was simply easier, and the fewer miracles the better
