Notes and Records

[mrhanekoma]

[It's a simple cafe in London. A side street, a quiet street. There might be a bookstore down the block, but on the corner is a cafe

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[benevolist]

[ Being in London isn't really the same anymore - not since the End that Wasn't and his time Trapped - even spending time with Crowley was a little different. They each had more now; more memories, friends and love (though Crowley would deny having affection for anything, Aziraphale knew him better) even if it was hard to bear sometimes. Still, they managed, as they always did

[benevolist]

[ Aziraphale tenses a little, guarded, but he nods his head. ]

Yes. It's in Gateshead. It's a monumental wooden statue of an Angel and it's quite the sight.

[mrhanekoma]

[He bites his lip, staring down at his sketchbook for a moment before smiling at Aziraphale.]

I'd like to see it, if you could.

[benevolist]

Of course. It would be my pleasure to take you there. It might not be world famous, but it is still quite the sight.

[ His teacup returns to the table as he hums for a moment. ]

Why choose England, if you don't mind my asking?

[mrhanekoma]

[He sits back and laughs a bit, crossing his arms and tapping his foot up and down.]

You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Aziraphale.

[benevolist]

[ And the angel smirks a little, crossing his own arms. ]

Try me, dear.

[mrhanekoma]

[So, he begins to talk, hands gesturing as he speaks.]

Quite a while back, I started having these dreams, y'know? Something about these two guys -- they were my family, one was like my son and one was ... ahaha, he was practically my other half.

Just. I can't remember their faces. Or names. I just remember wings and tea. Both had a decidedly British feel so I decided to come, maybe the inspiration would strike and I'd finally think of their faces and names. I want to paint them.

It's probably just a wild goose chase but hey, I guess I'm having fun along the way.

[benevolist]

[ Aziraphale's heart warms and breaks all at once. Sanae does remember, he remembers their child and their life, it's just tucked away in some part of his mind. He feels the tears gather in his eyes, pain and joy at the thought that maybe there was hope, before he shakes his head and chuckles softly. ]

That doesn't sound like something I shouldn't believe. It sounds like the start of quite a wonderful love story, in fact. [ He could name a few books that had the theme, but he decided that it wasn't the time. ] Do you think you might remember, in time?

[mrhanekoma]

[He flushes a bit and nods.] I... hope so. I want to see these two fully, even if it's just a drawing because then I could keep it as long as I want.

[And then he picks up the mug and takes another sip of coffee.]

[benevolist]

[ He can't help himself. He can't. ]

I'm certain you could keep them forever - more than just a drawing.

[ He lifts his own cup, drinking his tea. ]

[mrhanekoma]

In person?

[He smiles, softly, sadly, staring down at his cup.]

I hope so.

[benevolist]

I know so, Sanae.

[ He hesitates again, but he can't just bottle up his love and hide it. ]

I know that wherever they are, they're looking for you too. How could they not?

[mrhanekoma]

[A small smile and he covers his face with a hand, laughing before sliding it down to cover his mouth and glancing at Aziraphale. It's obvious he's smiling, if just a bit before he chuckles again and drops his hand.]

I'd... give anything to remember again, really.

[benevolist]

[ Aziraphale pauses, but he can't stop now. It's like an eternal trainwreck, and he leans forward. ]

Could I ask you to come with me for a moment?

[mrhanekoma]

[He looks surprised but, for some reason, he trust Aziraphale so he nods.]

That's fine, let me put this away--

[And then tucking his sketchbook away in his bag, he stands up and sets the money for the coffee and tea on the table before looking at Aziraphale again.]

Where to?

[benevolist]

I own a bookshop a little down the road. It's not too far, but I'd like to show you something.

[ Aziraphale wants to put his own money on the table - he wants to pay for Sanae, because he can - but he resists, standing and tucking his chair under the table. ]