Crawly, in the future, would remember her reaction to this and equate it to a computer short circuiting. “Hkg… what? Y-you were looking for me?”
“Well, yes.”
“But why?” Crawly squeaked out, unable to compose herself.
Aziraphale’s smile was gentle, her hazel-blue eyes bright as she gently took Crawly’s hands into her own. “Because I missed you, my dear girl. And because I wanted to spend time with you. I’m happy to have you here, I’m glad you went looking for me, even if it was unintended, which I don’t mind. You always seem to find me.”
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I’m shocked I’ve never posted this story on here, but a few years ago I posted an Ineffable Wives one-shot that took place in Ancient Greece, where Aziraphale was the Oracle of Delphi.
The story came about because my sister, @nucleargers, drew this gorgeous fem Aziraphale and I was inspired. She has given me permission to post the drawing up.










