Text (shortly after the August Iris moon phase ends)

[gaveitaway]

Hello, fellow Moonblessed! This is the Principality Aziraphale and I have a few subjects I'd like to discuss with you, if you have the time to spare.

One is simply a request for good book recommendations, though I'm also curious if anyone has ever run into books here they were familiar with back home?

The other is particularly for those also blessed by the Iris moon... Have you had any trouble with shocking things? And people? My last phase resulted in my being quite affectionate but it's a bit of a hardship trying to cuddle when you keep accidentally shocking your partner.

[There is a possibility of Crowley threadjacking, forewarning.]

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[whateternityis]

[There is an audible groan of frustration from elsewhere in the apartment, because these two are That Married.]

Yes, but not you specifically. Upper management.

Both of them.

You see why I'm not sure if you're ready to talk about it.

[gaveitaway]

Well there's no need to groan at me! It's not as if I myself am a huge fan, after the Holy Water and Hellfire debacle.

[But that was Heaven and Hell and not, specifically, God. At least, not in Aziraphale's view of things. He'd thought not in Crowley's either, just on the basis of their conversation at the bus stop. They'd both seemed to agree at the time on the idea that how things ultimately went down could have been Her plan all along. But then, that had been prior to their being abducted and sentenced to destruction.]

[whateternityis]

[Believing She could well have planned for everything to turn out the way it did isn't the same as being comforted by the notion. Crowley's been burned one time too many to find any peace in the idea, especially since She couldn't be arsed to tell anyone. There are too many answers he doesn't have, doesn't expect to ever get, and probably wouldn't like if he somehow did.]

Yes, but you still have faith, angel. I don't understand how you pulled that off, but I won't be the one to break it for you. [Not when the risks are as big as they are, in this case.]

[gaveitaway]

In God, you mean? At this point I'm not sure it can be broken. Millennia of conversations together, my dear, or have you forgotten? I think we'll be alright.

[Aziraphale doesn't necessarily approve of the way She's gone about things either. But that's the difference. He doesn't feel he has to approve. He doesn't feel he has to fully understand it. He only has to believe that, in the end, everything will work out. It has so far. He also can't help feeling a bit like being here is his (possibly their) reward for the test She'd seemed to put them all through very recently. Maybe because that's how being with Crowley in this way feels. Like a reward.]

All said, if there's something you need me to do in order to help you, you know you only have to ask. If it's something I feel capable of doing, I will. In a heartbeat.

[whateternityis]

I certainly don't mean Heaven. [Sanctimonious pricks, the lot of them. Possibly excepting God, but again, not like She tells anyone anything these days.]

Suppose you have a point there. If Armageddon didn't actually shake your faith I'm not sure much else could. Still, can you blame me for worrying?

I know you will.

We should talk properly about this sometime. Not... texting across the house at each other.

[gaveitaway]

No, I don't blame you. And I appreciate you worrying. It truly does mean the world to me that you care that much.

["The world" isn't really even the half of it. The universe, more like. Multiple universes. It means everything. He loves Crowley for that.]

Then we will.