“Yep. It’s me.” He—Crawly, he supposed—stopped short at the sight of the cherubim, who didn’t seem too perturbed by his appearance. “Are you required to smite me on sight?”
“The damage has already been done,” the angel said with a disapproving look on his face, “so no. I wouldn’t see the point.”
Aziraphale, you lazy sod. Anything to avoid doing your actual job, and thank goodness, too <3
Somewhere in the dead heart of splendor, a tree grows—its roots many thousands of years old, its life endless. It has many names. And it waits.
Beside it, there is another tree, with every bud and every fruit intact except one.
Somewhere in Eden, they met. And together they stay, growing.
Those are some of the most evocative ending lines I've seen on a story in ages!
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“Yep. It’s me.” He—Crawly, he supposed—stopped short at the sight of the cherubim, who didn’t seem too perturbed by his appearance. “Are you required to smite me on sight?”
“The damage has already been done,” the angel said with a disapproving look on his face, “so no. I wouldn’t see the point.”
Aziraphale, you lazy sod. Anything to avoid doing your actual job, and thank goodness, too <3
Somewhere in the dead heart of splendor, a tree grows—its roots many thousands of years old, its life endless. It has many names. And it waits.
Beside it, there is another tree, with every bud and every fruit intact except one.
Somewhere in Eden, they met. And together they stay, growing.
Those are some of the most evocative ending lines I've seen on a story in ages!