#corrodedbattery

Yes!! 

Aziraphale says that it’s like a fairy visited him overnight. Anthony is so quiet all the time, and Aziraphale has never woken up from him cleaning and cooking. 

It’s so nice, too, when Aziraphale has a little extra time in the morning. He can spend a few extra minutes in the shower or enjoying his breakfast. Maybe have an extra cup of coffee. 

Please share the ideas I also would like to doodle these two

Hello, it is me. Here are the ideas for character designs:

Andy

Tiny butch

Fairly short but also muscular 

Super short, dark hair

Scars along her arms

Square jaw, larger facial features

White--family are British Puritans settled in the American colonies

Tan and freckles from pirating in the sun for years

Wears men’s clothes 

Syan

Looks a little bit not human

She’s pretty tall and very thin--just thin and tall enough for people to do a double-take when they see her. 

Her hair is incredibly long and black and straight

Her eyes are a little farther apart than a human’s would be normally

East Asian features--epicanthic folds, dark eyes, dark hair, dark skin

Crowley will pretend that he’s okay as he begins to feel lightheaded in the garden. Aziraphale will ask if he feels okay, noticing that he looks a bit pale. Crowley manages to brush it off pretty well until he grows dizzy and his knees crash into the ground. 

Aziraphale is in front of him, brushing his hair out of his face and asking a dozen questions. Crowley can’t answer any of them. He feels sick and shaky, and he only manages to whine. 

He wakes up with his head in Aziraphale’s lap, a soft hand to his forehead. 

“What happened?”

“You fainted, my love. Just a moment ago.”

It takes a minute before he can speak again. “I’m fine, angel. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t say that you’re fine when I just watched you faint!”

Crowley is drenched in a cold sweat and can’t muster up the energy to sit up yet. His body feels numb--like he’s unattached to it. 

“Next time you feel poorly like this, you must tell me.” It’s an order. Aziraphale is good at giving those. “If I weren’t here, you could have hit your head on one of these bricks. I could have found you bleeding out--and you would have deserved it, you selfish, vile, fiend.”

“Angel?”

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry.”

Aziraphale sighs. “Please tell me next time you’re unwell? You’ve been so weak all winter. I don’t want to lose you to a gardening tool through your head. Though your skull is so thick, I doubt it’d do much damage.”

He wipes at his eyes and blinks back tears. Crowley looks up at him and slowly sits up. 

“I won’t do this again.”

“You better not.” Aziraphale takes a deep breath. “Well, let’s get you inside.”

I know it sucks but honestly it's prob better not only for your finances but for your resume

He’s miserable. So much of their relationship is built upon Crowley doing little services for Aziraphale--taking him to dinner or lunch, giving him lifts, getting little stains out of his clothes. And now that he can’t do any of it, he feels worthless. 

Aziraphale reassures him that he’s never had to do those things to begin with. They were little favors--they should have been done on Crowley’s terms. 

“I feel like I’m not doing good at the whole partner thing,” Crowley tells him, chest tight and fighting back tears. “I can’t do anything for you. And you have to dress me and bathe me, and it’s humiliating, angel. I use to run into churches to save you from Nazis, and I can’t even change my own pants now.”

“Dearest, you’re ill. This isn’t like anything we’ve dealt with before.”

“But--”

“No ‘buts.’ If you really want to please me, you’ll rest so you can get better.”

Crowley nods. Aziraphale kisses his forehead and wipes away the few tears that fell. 

“That can be your favor to me right now. Rest and feel better and let me care for you. Does that sound alright?”

Crowley nods again. He wipes his nose on his (Aziraphale’s) sweater sleeve. 

“And please don’t ruin my jumpers, love. I know you enjoy wearing them, but I’d like them back in decent shape.”

Yes. 100%

I literally read something I posted a while ago that was about Crowley eating chocolate chips while Aziraphale is baking. I think it’s only practical that Aziraphale starts taking initiative. Whenever there’s an ingredient that Aziraphale knows Crowley particularly loves, he’ll set some aside. Crowley will happily eat his chocolate chips or berries or even wine and watch Aziraphale film. 

Crowley has magic hair. It’s always soft and silky and rarely gets tangled. Aziraphale loves how his fingers never get caught and how he can manipulate it in a million ways.