@justmori suggested a few prompts to me, and this one stuck out: Az and Crowley don't seem to drink wine together and talk about everything under the sun anymore. What happened?
And while I had completely intended to sit down and write an angsty little blurb, I ended up with this exploration of Az instead. Just a little look into the change in his relationship with Crowley between series 1 and 2.
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After the end of the world was stopped, something changed. Aziraphale wasn’t exactly sure what it was, only that it had happened sometime between standing as a united front with a demon and the son of Satan and sitting in the Ritz for drinks with that same demon. Sans son of Satan, of course.
Before Armageddon, Aziraphale would expect to run in to Crowley every few decades or so. They would see each other, sometimes on purpose, and partake in shenanigans that neither were likely to report to their own domains. Often times, these meetings would end with a bottle or two of wine and discussions, ranging from philisophical and introspective to downright absurd.
Aziraphale never minded, of course. He rather enjoyed the time with the demon, though he never liked to think too much about that fact. Instead, he told himself it was because he and Crowley were of a kind; two timeless beings, alone and surrounded by humans, who were there and gone in a mere handful of decades. No one understood their unique situation better than each other.
But it always came about with alcohol. Inebriation, even for an angel and a demon, came with soothed nerves and loosened tongues. A bottle in and Aziraphale would complain about Heaven and Crowley would gripe about other demons. Two or three and they would talk about their shared appretiation for humans, their feelings surrounding their given tasks, and even their pasts.
Aziraphale felt vulnerable when he was in such a state, but around Crowley, it was accompanied by a sense of camraderie and safety. Despite his companion being a demon, Aziraphale felt comfortable around him in a way he’d never felt around another being in the entirety of his existence.
By the time the 20th century came around, he was able to admit that he looked forward to running into the demon. He always knew what the best bottles in his wine cellar were, always knew of the most exclusive up-and-coming restaurant, always prepared for the day that the demon would once again stumble into his life. And Crowley did. Increasingly often, and sometimes literally.
And then they had stopped the end of the world that Aziraphale loved so dearly, and suddenly Crowley wasn’t coming around every few decades, she was stopping in to the bookshop every few weeks.
He began coming round just to chat. Slowly, the chair beside Aziraphale’s became Crowley’s. An empty space on one of the shelves near the door remained empty for when Crowley came around and took off those blasted sunglasses. Azraphale got used to his phone ringing, not because of customers, but because Crowley was bored.
Alcohol became less of a tool for conversation and more of an indulgence as they got to know each other. Aziraphale found that they no longer needed that excuse of inebriation to talk, to be comfortable around one another.
It was on a sunny afternoon in May when Aziraphale realized just how deep his feelings about the demon ran.
He was sitting at his desk, sifting through a new first edition he’d managed to track down, when he looked up and to his left, where the two armchairs sat looking out the window. They were both empty; he prefered to do work from his desk, and Crowley hadn’t been around in a few days.
He missed him.
The reality of it hit Aziraphale hard enough that he sat back in his chair, momentarily forgetting about the book. He’d never properly missed anything a day in his life. The closest he’d ever come was Heaven. Sure, he thought it would be nice to be back in Heaven, but his bookshop was his home. His bookshop, where Crowley sometimes came by and put their glasses on that shelf and sat in the most bizarre position in that chair by the window and talked with him about everything and nothing and-
He missed him. Craved his presence more than he craved a good meal, yearned for his company in a way he hadn’t thought angels even could.
He’d gotten so used to the companionship, he realized, that it was noticable when there wasn’t another voice in the bookshop, snarking at him or harassing curious humans into leaving.
He wanted to be upset with himself; wanted to remind himself that it wasn’t safe to be this close to a demon, that these feelings were unnecessary or maybe even dangerous.
But he knew he couldn’t.
The front door flew open and Crowley stormed in, all flailing limbs and noisy energy. There was no hesitation or uncertainty in her movements as she plucked her glasses off and turned bright, shining, yellow eyes on Aziraphale.
Aziraphale couldn’t contain his smile, but he did shove down every emotion besides the contentment he felt at having this demonic presence again. Anything else could be examined later. Or maybe never. He had a duty to Heaven, after all.
“Hello, Angel,” Crowley drawled, flinging himself into his chair so that he was sitting on it sideways. They peered at Aziraphale from over their knees, waving a hand at the book on his desktop. “Whatcha’ got there?”
A first edition book he’d been trying to find for a century. “Nothing of importance, Crowley.” He turned in his chair, ignoring the book entirely and devoting all his attention to the demon and the sense of warm familiarity that settled over his shoulders. “Drink?”
“Nah. You know, I saw something the other day that made me think of you.”
“Did you now?”
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Half a dozen in one (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5)
Oh no the Apotheosis is back and it wants to play, that’s never a good thing
Scriabin is not into it
I wanted to draw King Scriabin but I goofed up the crown so bad lol, at least his face is cute ✨
Pokemon Vargases! From that time that I forgot how to draw their Pokemon versions lol. You have to approach Espeon!Edgar gently, he’s easily spooked
Sylveon!Scriabin is such an attention hog, poor Edgar haha
*puts my feelers around you condescendingly*
Sleeping on each other, always ♥ Even sleeping, they’re still intertwined lightly, Edgar’s hand on Scriabin’s shoulder and Scriabin’s on Edgar’s arm ♪
I had an idea about Scriabin “reading” Edgar’s mind by guessing how he feels about something, but I unfortunately forgot the specifics just as I was writing it down, so frustrating
I do remember that it was something a lot closer to how Scriabin felt about that thing and he was describing how he felt, not just Edgar, but he realized too late
Made him feel isolated :(
Apology hugs 💕
Who wrote this eviction notice, this is a cave?? I just think they turned out really cute here haha ♪
Stop being naked >:0
Don’t wanna get used to it >:(
After all the Father and Daddy puns, I had to lol. Lady!Edgar with her hair down is just so prettyyyyyy
Two mops, makin’ out
For whatever reason, I started a teeny tiny little ScriAnimal series - first up is Scriabat with hand-wings because lol
I was watching a video of someone with their bird who was munching on the inside of their glasses stem haha
Scriabird is here to scream and knock things off the counters
And cutely chew on things
We are stopping this sketchdump for a Jake appreciation minute ♥ Thank you for appreciating Jake, now back to our regularly scheduled programming
A quick and silly digital doodle - waxing via tape is not recommended
Got the urge to draw dragons again, Scriabin needs to settle and Edgar is in protecc mode. His hugs are even harder to escape than normal!
The original sketch for sleepy Edgar - I couldn’t decide whether to use “World’s #1 Dad” or “World’s Best Dad”, so I just used both for the final version lol. Did Todd give it to him? Did Scriabin? Did they both get him nearly-matching mugs??
One of the early drafts for the ‘17 redraw; this was actually all drawn on one layer (on purpose! lol), which was a really fun experiment with some brushes I rarely use. I liked the angle of Edgar’s face too, he looks so smug haha ♪
Tiny Edgar doodle for a quick reference, he’s so cute ♥
I wasn’t kidding when I said it took a while to get Alone Together right, I was this close to giving up and just doing it the easy way several times before finally getting the trick down - I’m glad I didn’t but sheesh!
I started a pretty long mini idea that I managed to get like 90% of the way through before deciding I didn’t like it lol, but there were still some really fun poses and expressions
“What is it?” Light concern Edgar ♥
Probably the most complex panel of the set, as much as I like the leg poses I’m also frustrated by them lol - didn’t help that my page smudged >:P
A little bit of expression practice, the cute thing is Scriabin
I heard it, we all heard it, everybody saw!
Couple’a Scriabins to practice hair differences. I’ve gotten used to making him simultaneously fluffy and sleek like on the left, but I really love a True Floof look too, with many more starts and stops, it’s really fun ♪
Uppies!
Oscillates between “Why” and “You can’t tell me what to do”
Brain baby
Weirdly enough, this was actually inspired by a skin-horror idea I had but decided was a little too body-horror-y and so I repurposed it lol
Some goofy matryoshka dolls haha. They remind me of Near’s finger puppets from Death Note somehow hmm
More hair differences, using opposing methods of line directionality while shading and texturing Scriabin’s hair. Pushing up from under gives this really nice line weight; it’s harder to do consistently because I keep wanting to sweep down, but when it works, the shadows fall exactly where they should and it’s lovely ✨ And like I said, pulling down is a lot easier, and because of that I can get these really uniform lines - I prefer the tapered effect, but pulling definitely has its uses and-
Hey wait a minute-
Golden floof ✨ This is actually really hard to see IRL lol
Edgar Warmup to see if my tablet was working properly, didn’t have time to pull up refs so from memory it is!
And that’s February through May again! Lots of silly little things, and a surprising number of scrapped larger ideas hmmm
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one free ticket to share more on espirt! :D
Oooooo, okay. We know a lot about him during the war, but not after, so lets see what happens to him then.
Esprit does survive Order 66 by the skin of his teeth. He and his master are in the temple when it happens, they hear blaster shots and she urges him to leave immediately. He bolts, escaping into the bottomless Coruscant speeder traffic. He hides in the lower levels for a few days, and after hearing what's happened, he makes a plan of escape from Coruscant altogether. Buys a dingy but useable old ship, various medical supplies, and leaves as soon as he can.
He spends his time as a wandering medic, never staying on any planet for more than a few months at most. The upside of having an old dingy ship is that it can't be tracked easily. He does his best to stay out of the growing conflict between the rebels and the empire, but before he knows it rebels start trying to recruit him to their cause. He keeps on denying any involvement, but if many of his patients just so happen to be rebels, well, how was he supposed to know? He's just a wandering medic, he helps any who are in need.
He also earns a reputation for being a 'folk healer'. He hides his use of the force in medicine by using plants that yes, would help, but not nearly as much as he tells his patients they do. He's shocked that this actually works, and so far he's successfully stayed under the emipre's radar.
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