"Back in 1941 when we were in the bookshop, there was this song playing on the radio that Aziraphale liked so much. Something about angels dining at the Ritz and a nightingale.
He still refused to dance with me, though, because well, angels don't dance.
A few days later, though, when I drove by the bookshop, I saw him dancing in there all alone by himself. His eyes were closed and he had this dreamy far-off expression on his face that he sometimes gets when he reads one of his favourite books or smells some very delicious food. I've also seen this expression when he listens to his favourite composers, but never before with a modern song.
So, angels do dance, they just do it when no one's looking. I suppose, the cat's not dead as long as no one opens the box.
The very same song was playing on the radio again. Of course, I couldn't hear it through the windows of the bookshop, but I had the radio turned on in the car.
Some time after the war, when the song stopped being famous and wasn't played on the radio anymore, I sent Aziraphale a record of it. He never mentioned it, but he must have known it was from me because he said something about dining at the Ritz in a conversation we had a few years later.
Actually, the song isn't even about angels dining at the Ritz, that's just a figure of speech. It's about two lovers who spend one magical night with each other, but for some reason, they can't stay together and have to say goodbye in the morning.
I have the head canon that at some point, I like to think 1941, Crowley tried to slow dance with Aziraphale. He just got caught up in the moment and the music, extended their hand and said something like ‘may I have this dance’ or something like that. In response Aziraphale, even though he wanted to with every fibre of his celestial being, only sat up straight,cleared his throat and said ‘ Crowley, you know quite well that angels don’t dance’ and Crowley sat down again.
That’s why Crowley says‘you don’t dance’ at the ball.
Some people's minds are actually able to express what I'm feeling right now. That's a lot of talent and skill to say "backstabbed" is it not?
I wonder if he feels the same way because I turned down his offer to join him in heaven.
But he couldn't actually have believed I'd ever go back there, could he?
Smitten
One last day to go at Leipzig bookfair.
Until I continue the diary, I'll leave you some very cute pics of Crowley and Aziraphale cosplayers whom I saw walking by our booth.
There even was a big cosplay meetup of about fourty to fifty people, which I unfortunately couldn't attend 'cause I was working. Well, maybe next time. 😁
Drive around
Sleep
Drive around some more
Get drunk
Sleep it off
Sleep some more
Repeat
~*~
More Diary Parts:
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21
(Video created by @user-cc4yz2ox5k)
Well, I don't know about the Crowleys of other people's headcanons, but as for me, I'm never setting foot in that bookshop again.
What should I do in a place where he isn't, but everything reminds me of him? Torture myself on purpose? Get Muriel into even more trouble with Heaven so their superiors kick them out and he looses the bookshop for good?
And besides... walking back into a place where I just made a very dramatic exit from - nah, not really my style. So, no bookshop for me.
I've been hanging out in my car ever since the shop was entrusted to Muriel, and Hell still refuses to give me back my flat.
And my Bentley doesn't even remotely look like a beach. It's not gonna start being yellow again.
Fascinating that the fandom has basically torn itself apart about Aziraphale…what are his intentions? his motivations? did he do the right thing in going back? what’s he planning? …but everyone just somehow agreed that Crowley’s one job in s3 is to hang out in the bookshop until Aziraphale gets back…basically his s3 job is Beach.
Well as the Lily quoted the Will....
"Aziraphael, Aziraphael, wherefore art thou Aziraphael. For a book in any other cover would read so well.."
Besides, whyever would I need a potion to sleep? And, believe me, if Aziraphale tried to stab himself, he would most likely miss.
NEIL GAIMAN I AM SO SCARED THAT GOOD OMENS WON'T END HAPPILY☹️
It won't. It will have a very tragic ending. Crowley takes a sleeping potion, but Aziraphale thinks Crowley is dead and plunges a dagger deeply into his fair breast. Crowley wakes and, finding Aziraphale dead, becomes, in his heartbreak, a furniture delivery person and is crushed to death by a falling wardrobe. Then everybody cries.
All ways lead to you.
All ways, always.
Especially during those times when we couldn't be together, I knew deep inside that I would find my way back to you. Or you to me.
I could feel you, even when you were away. I might feel empty, lonely at times, but there was always this warm golden glow of your presence. Sometimes very close, sometimes further away, but it was always there.
One time I couldn't feel it, was during those decades down in Hell. But I had the memory of it and that was enough to keep me fighting. Keep me from giving up. I needed to survive to find you again. And I did.
One time I couldn't feel it, was when your bookshop burned down and you were discorporated. But then, it was you who found your way back to me.
And now you're gone. That beautiful golden glow has vanished. Where there used to be light, only darkness remains. Where there used to be bright colours, everything is damp and gloomy and hollow.
I lost my way because there's no you my way can lead to,
I can't come back because there's no you to come back to.
Earth is empty without your presence.
And so is my heart.
lost my way and i can't come back
Today I wanna share my picture with the wonderful Nina Sosanya and Maggie Service from Proud Nerd Con.
These two ladies really are amazing. I'm hoping very much to see them again in Season 3.
Since a few people asked me to post the diary entries to AO3, I started to put them together and post them there:
I can't promise you, however, that everything is going to make sense in the end.
I'm basically a heartbroken demon living in a Bentley, who lost the love of his life (me, not the Bentley). I'm drunk half of the time, I'm asleep the other half, I'm driving around and ranting when I'm neither drunk nor asleep, and I just want to be left alone by all those people constantly wanting something of me.
Yup, that's my life in a nutshell.
(Luckily, the person behind my diary is neither an alcoholic nor a demon, just a regular human, but still very very heartbroken from watching a certain series called 'Good Omens' and especially something called 'The Final Fifteen'. (Whatever that is.)
But I do believe, somehow, that particular person wishes me to be reunited with my angel in the end.)
This. *points at picture with a shaky hand*
I want my angel back so bad. 😭
Screw Heaven! Again.
I just want them to be happy again 😭
Another print choice for my Acid Rain tier in Patreon (extended into April since this was finished late)
Good Omens fanstuff, mostly Crowley's PoV. Post Season 2. Mild content warnings for swearing, misuse of alcohol and angst.
75 posts