Blessings and Blasphemy
Who: God and Aziraphale
Where: Aziraphale's Room
When: After this conversation with Crowley
What: A stern talking to
Warnings: It's Aziraphale and God. Too much niceness?
Aziraphale was furious.
This was a rare state of being for him, and it felt most uncomfortable. Angels were not meant to get furious, they were designed to be beatific or, in a pinch, righteously indignant. He had often felt the sting of irritability; ranging from the mild when they had changed the postal times from before breakfast to Anyone's Guess, to the severe when a new pedestrian crossing was built right outside his bookshop, meaning there were far more people (read: potential customers) standing still and looking idly around for his liking. But outright fury? No, this was not his forte at all, and he had the strong foreboding that it would give him heartburn later.
Still, it couldn't be helped. The situation demanded his fury, and he couldn't have felt anything else if he had tried. All thoughts of his usual forgiving understanding had fallen by the wayside, and that was most inconvenient considering who the object of his current ire was. One wasn't supposed to get this angry with the boss, it just wasn't conducive to further employment. And Lord knows1 that Aziraphale was well aware what had happened to previous dissenters in this particular organisation.
He didn't go to God's room, he knew that He was omnipotent and would be well aware that Aziraphale wished to speak to him and where he would be; so the angel walked back to his own room and opened the door, fully confident that God's current chosen form would be there waiting for him.
1. A rather silly saying for the Lord, as was his omnipotent nature, always knew, and so stating it out loud was always a bit redundant.
Where: Aziraphale's Room
When: After this conversation with Crowley
What: A stern talking to
Warnings: It's Aziraphale and God. Too much niceness?
Aziraphale was furious.
This was a rare state of being for him, and it felt most uncomfortable. Angels were not meant to get furious, they were designed to be beatific or, in a pinch, righteously indignant. He had often felt the sting of irritability; ranging from the mild when they had changed the postal times from before breakfast to Anyone's Guess, to the severe when a new pedestrian crossing was built right outside his bookshop, meaning there were far more people (read: potential customers) standing still and looking idly around for his liking. But outright fury? No, this was not his forte at all, and he had the strong foreboding that it would give him heartburn later.
Still, it couldn't be helped. The situation demanded his fury, and he couldn't have felt anything else if he had tried. All thoughts of his usual forgiving understanding had fallen by the wayside, and that was most inconvenient considering who the object of his current ire was. One wasn't supposed to get this angry with the boss, it just wasn't conducive to further employment. And Lord knows1 that Aziraphale was well aware what had happened to previous dissenters in this particular organisation.
He didn't go to God's room, he knew that He was omnipotent and would be well aware that Aziraphale wished to speak to him and where he would be; so the angel walked back to his own room and opened the door, fully confident that God's current chosen form would be there waiting for him.
1. A rather silly saying for the Lord, as was his omnipotent nature, always knew, and so stating it out loud was always a bit redundant.