June 26th 2015

[sauntereddownward]

On a park bench near a pond where ducks gathered there sat two interesting figures. One was dark, rather stylish, and smoking. The other was far more twee with his tartan and crisp white shirt sleeves. The summer heat didn't seem to bother them in the least as they tossed food for the ducks. One particularly daring mallard marched up to demand the best crumbs and the darker of the pair gave the duck a kick.

"Don't be rude," he said. He took a drag then exhaled slowly. "As I was saying, angel, the Supreme Court in America just said they can marry. Mexico, too. And Canada's had it for ten years..."

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[sauntereddownward]

"And they never will know," Crowley pointed out. "And we'll keep doing as we do adn the boy will grow up to be something other than his father planned."

[theangelfell]

"I do hope so," said Aziraphale. "I feel good about him. He seems so very human. Certainly more human than you or I, and we like this place enough to want to see it stay."

[sauntereddownward]

"I believe it comes down to having a home and a sense of place and not being messed about, hmm? For all that we've been here as long as we have, home means something to us. I wonder what it would be like to have a Lower Tadfield of my own..." Crowley mused.