Stargazing - WeeksMichaelStargazing - Weeks16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He barely ever watched the stars anymore.
He rather watched the Moon instead, as it changed its face, waxing and waning and waxing again, shining a different light on Heaven and Earth week by busy week...
… and he watched the Lady Moon as she remained the same, always exactly the same freezing, broken little being, no matter how many weeks, months, years, decades or even centuries passed by. Time that she would never get back. Time, without her, that Heaven would never get back.
Had anyone looked at it, they would have shuddered and turned their gaze away from the cold determination Tish was shining with that night. He had allowed this to go on far longer than he should have. And so he made sure a whole legion of angels was standing ready to stop and hinder Vega, should he decide to leave the solitude of his palace that night. (And what solitude it was! Just him and the reports, and a wide empty circle devoid of clouds, breeze or life around the whole crysta
Stargazing - X.AzraelStargazing - X.1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This angel did not have a star.
It could be said, instead, that the entire Universe had an angel, and it was reflected perfectly on his wings.
Currently, he watched and felt as the angel departed from Sadr to cross the short distance to Vega in a heartbeat, carried on her one hundred and forty pairs of golden-white wings.
“Milord Metatron, you wished to see me?”
“Or rather I wished you to see.” Heaven's highest-ranking angel answered, clearly entertained by what he considered a witty replica. “Come here, Gabriel, and look. Very closely.”
The Archangel floated a bit closer to the Golden One, and followed his gaze to where it was fixed on a particular little hill of the Earth, where another angel was standing... An oh-so-young and oh-so-broken little angel...
“No...” Gabriel whispered, her voice faint with cold dread. She looked up at the other. “Please, no, we can still pull him out, it's not yet too late-”
Stargazing - IX.AziraphaleStargazing - IX.1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unaware that he, as a star, was being gazed upon night by ever too short night, he, as an angel spent at least as much time staring at Algol as he did caring for his own Deneb. Though the two were far away from each other on the night sky, currently, the demon-star was still closer to Aziraphale than either Heaven or Earth.
It had come as no surprise that he had been called back, not too long after stopping the Apocalypse. Both Crowley and him had been waiting for the other shoe to drop all along... and this was it, this was how it began. Even so, it had come as a surprise that he would be sent back to his star, practically exiled from Heaven, too... Still, it could have been worse. A little cold and loneliness, he could put up with. This was almost too light a punishment as compared to what he had expected...
… oh, dear.
He might have spoken too soon.
Two great and bright presences were approaching his tiny outpost. He would know those two anywhere. A visit fro
Hours (time in a bottle)How does one measure timeHours (time in a bottle)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when he is immortal?
In millennia, centuries, decades or years,
A month, a day, or hours or minutes
Or by one moment, when everything around us changed?
A shift in perception, in seeing what was always there.
A timeline bisected by Before and After.
You took my hand and didn’t let go…
Sitting in a field under infinite stars
This miracled vintage is time in a bottle.
We look at the year and smile.
Other times, other places, a multitude of containers—
Wineskin, amphora, and barrel,
Clay cup, jeweled chalice or crystal stemware.
Is there anything new under the moon?
How about this: a Beginning.
A day to remember, a night to make memories
as far from mundane as Hell is from Heaven
(an inept analogy right about now).
Now take my hand and I won’t let go.
You know what eternity is?
It’s not an edifice wearing away,
But immeasurable moments cherished and collected
into a history and a future—