[ Six thousand years makes for a lot of memories. If the loop of Life's Greatest Hits seems to go on ages for the humans, for Aziraphale, it truly feels like...well...you know.
Most of it he doesn't remember, at least not consciously; it's simply too much to keep track of in even an angelic head, though the context is easy enough to remember as he gets glimpses of people and places he hasn't seen in literal centuries or more.
Well. For the most part.
There's just one thing he really can't explain. One person, rather, most often a man, with red hair and dark clothes and yellow, serpentine eyes. He pops up again and again, over a timespan impossible for any human to reach, and Aziraphale...knows him. Or so it seems, from the memories. But he can't remember him now, even when the scenes he appears in are crystal clear in his mind other than that fuzzy shape where this...counterpart? Companion?...apparently was.
He watches, feeling more and more lost and confused, and finally tries out the name that had once been so familiar on his lips. ]
For Crowley
Most of it he doesn't remember, at least not consciously; it's simply too much to keep track of in even an angelic head, though the context is easy enough to remember as he gets glimpses of people and places he hasn't seen in literal centuries or more.
Well. For the most part.
There's just one thing he really can't explain. One person, rather, most often a man, with red hair and dark clothes and yellow, serpentine eyes. He pops up again and again, over a timespan impossible for any human to reach, and Aziraphale...knows him. Or so it seems, from the memories. But he can't remember him now, even when the scenes he appears in are crystal clear in his mind other than that fuzzy shape where this...counterpart? Companion?...apparently was.
He watches, feeling more and more lost and confused, and finally tries out the name that had once been so familiar on his lips. ]
Crowley?