Dilexit Opus

Heaven is full of blinding white lights and spotless surfaces. Hell's interior design isn't much better. So on a quiet day in the South Downs, and angel and a demon decide to try their hand at painting.“How’s it coming over there?” Crowley asked, rising from the ground. He did so carefully, holding the palette with both hands to keep the colors from running together. Perhaps he had been a little overzealous with his paints.Aziraphale’s head snapped towards Crowley, seeming surprised the demon was still there.“Fine! It’s...it’s going fine,” he stammered out, gesturing towards the empty canvas with his free hand.Crowley hummed. “Minimalist.”