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Day 99 - 338 words - Prompt: acting brave
Aziraphale would never call himself brave - he believes though and through to be a coward. A survivor. But a coward.
It breaks Crowley's heart evey time. Evey time he sees his angel stumble for wards, painful twist up on himself in doubt. An angel, who fills every moment of his spare time, buried int he words of men, finds them lost to him when he reaches for them in his time of need.
Crowley sees how he second guesses himself at every turn, self doubt heave on his ever action. he wants to be good - to do good and to bring comfort to those around him. and Crowley sees that he *does*. Aziraphale's instincts, his actions, are always an attempt to better the lives of the humans he interacts with. in that regard, he is selfless in a way few creatures are.
and his good deeps are often mocked by his betters just as much as by his enemies. angels and demons alike sneer at Aziraphale, and Crowley sees quickly that it would have broken him early if left to fester. Aziraphale became a creature of comfort in his attempt to comfort the humans. they taught him the joys in little earthly delights, his main currency centuries later in his dealing with them. the angels don't understand, they think he's sullying himself. but the other angels also scare the bejezzus out of humans, and get a lot of them myrter for their zealot behavior. and Aziraphale will always be a little otherworldly, but he can bless their lives and nudge them into their path set out by ' the great plan' without damaging their minds beyond repair.
it's a lot easier to get humans to listen to each other if the idea is something a human worked out on their own. a message from God works for a select few, yes, but those humans lives are short and miserable. and those ideas will get push back from the moment voiced until they fade finally into obscurity, no mater how good of an idea it was.
It breaks Crowley's heart evey time. Evey time he sees his angel stumble for wards, painful twist up on himself in doubt. An angel, who fills every moment of his spare time, buried int he words of men, finds them lost to him when he reaches for them in his time of need.
Crowley sees how he second guesses himself at every turn, self doubt heave on his ever action. he wants to be good - to do good and to bring comfort to those around him. and Crowley sees that he *does*. Aziraphale's instincts, his actions, are always an attempt to better the lives of the humans he interacts with. in that regard, he is selfless in a way few creatures are.
and his good deeps are often mocked by his betters just as much as by his enemies. angels and demons alike sneer at Aziraphale, and Crowley sees quickly that it would have broken him early if left to fester. Aziraphale became a creature of comfort in his attempt to comfort the humans. they taught him the joys in little earthly delights, his main currency centuries later in his dealing with them. the angels don't understand, they think he's sullying himself. but the other angels also scare the bejezzus out of humans, and get a lot of them myrter for their zealot behavior. and Aziraphale will always be a little otherworldly, but he can bless their lives and nudge them into their path set out by ' the great plan' without damaging their minds beyond repair.
it's a lot easier to get humans to listen to each other if the idea is something a human worked out on their own. a message from God works for a select few, yes, but those humans lives are short and miserable. and those ideas will get push back from the moment voiced until they fade finally into obscurity, no mater how good of an idea it was.