Well I'll Be Damned

Eternity is a strange subject. Once, it was promised without a doubt, then all but ripped away entirely in a span of roughly eleven years and a week or so.Now it's promised again, maybe, with limited surveillance and no responsibilities.And for two beings of inhuman, ethereal, otherworldly origin, with magical powers, this leads to an utterly chaotic level of free reign, shenanigans, and usually destruction.When those two beings of inhuman, ethereal, otherwordly origin with magical powers are one Crowley and Aziraphale, however, it typically leads to many long dinners at the Ritz, picnics in St. James' Park, afternoons in Aziraphale's bookstore, often drunk, and a general sense of timeless abandon that is typically reserved for children, apathetics, and two humans falling so far into love that they're blinded by it.For Crowley, he'd fallen once before, and that was simply his means of existence thereout.For Aziraphale, he'd fallen twice. He pretended he had done no such thing, for the benefit of them both. It wasn't entirely working, at least for him, but he ignored that fact regularly.