Aziraphale,
Yes, I adore you because you are an angel.
A literal angel from Heaven and yet you are not perfect.
I love that you try and do the right thing even when you know your superiors will not like it, even when your plans go awry.
I think you are odd and brave and entirely too wrapped in your own head sometimes.
I love the joy you find in Earthly, human things you don't need.
You are adorable when you get annoyed.
It's very, ahh, affecting.
Your silliness makes me giggle and persuades me to be more open and free and unashamed in my own rl.
Your huge heart and openness to learn and to consider others' experience and point of view are themselves a miracle.
Angel or not, you care for the humans you don't entirely understand.
I adore that you fell in love with a demon not because he's handsome, but because he's kind and considerate, and because he cares.
I adore how much you rankle each other and yet you are each others' worlds.
I love that you pay attention. To things that may seem as ephemeral as an actor's enjoyment in playing a role, or the playwright's success with it.
I adore you for trying to cheer up a friend who you knew was very likely doing things you should be wanting to punish him for.
I love that after 6000 years with humans, watching them murder each other in increasingly innovative ways you still melt at signs of love between them.
I adore that you are happy to do things imperfectly even though you could miracle everything to be impeccable every time.
This goes for your worn, loved clothes as well.
I adore that you implicitly trust a demon.
And that you taught him to trust more as well.
I adore that you pay attention to what others do and not what they say.
I adore you for not giving up.
I adore you for making the hardest decision to have a shot at the best possible future.
You deserve to be happy angel.
And adored.
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