Aziraphale and Crowley as the constellation Ophiuchus (“serpent-bearer”) and Serpens. Dr
Aziraphale and Crowley as the constellation Ophiuchus (“serpent-bearer”) and Serpens. Drawn for the @do-it-with-style-events Good Omens Reverse Bang where it inspired @janara7 to write the story A Stair of Swords“Just above our terror, the stars painted this storyin perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too oftenabused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.”- Aberjhani, I Made My Boy Out of Poetry After the Apocalypse that wasn’t, Aziraphale and Crowley are settling into a life together.One day Aziraphale comes across a painting that brings up old memories.***Rating: MNo archive warnings, 7.407 wordstags: Aziraphale/Crowley, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Aziraphale Loves Crowley, Crowley Loves Aziraphale, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Flashbacks, Memories, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Golgotha, Ancient Rome, Crowley’s Name is Crawly | Crawley, For a part Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Aziraphale, 6000 Years of Slow Burn, Angst Happy Ending, POV Aziraphale, description of life-threatening medical condition (OC), fear of loss of friend to medical condition - resolved, Matter of Life and Death, Communication, Nonverbal Communication, Implied Sexual Content, and it’s not soft, Nothing graphic but it’s there, Non-Explicit***He finds it trapped between old leather, tomes towering on either side of it, keeping it from tipping over. He has been moving one of the many stacks with the intention to get a better look at something that might be an early edition of The Black Moth when his arm brushes against it and splintered wood catches on his sleeve.He frowns as he trails his fingers along the dusty frame, wonders what a picture might be doing here, hiding amongst books. He looks at the volume his hand, then glances back at the frame, not sure why it calls to him. Why he wishes to pull the picture out and look at its face. He has come here to expand his collection, always in search for new old texts.His fingers are still brushing over the wood, soft skin being pricked by splinters. With a careful movement he slides the picture out from between the towers it is surrounded by. Turns it around to see.His breath catches.(Read further on AO3) -- source link
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