"Oh, excellent." He flashes her a quick smile before looking off into the distance. "Let's see, where was I...
"Ah, yes. The angel and the demon, they spent a little time together on the wall, and when the first rain appeared on Earth, the angel sheltered the demon with a wing. It felt like the right thing to do at the time, much like -- um. Well, let's just say that the angel had the habit of doing what he thought was right as opposed to what he was told Upstairs. Just as the demon had a habit of doing the sort of mischief that gives humans a choice, as opposed to... well, the traditional things that demons do."
Aziraphale clears his throat. It's important to establish state of mind for the 'characters' of his story, but he's getting a bit off-track.
"Anyway, after the rain, they parted ways, but over the millennia, they kept running into one another. It's a bit of a lonely life, surrounded by mortals, so it's nice to have someone to talk to now and then about... non-mortal things. And every time they spoke, their friendship grew, until they became best friends."
He pauses a moment and adds, "What they didn't realize -- you might want to use an omniscient narrator for this story, actually, now that I think about it -- is that they were also falling in love with another. A romantic sort of love, but as the angel assumed he couldn't experience romantic love, and the demon assumed that he couldn't experience love at all... well, it took them an embarrassingly long time to figure that out."
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"Ah, yes. The angel and the demon, they spent a little time together on the wall, and when the first rain appeared on Earth, the angel sheltered the demon with a wing. It felt like the right thing to do at the time, much like -- um. Well, let's just say that the angel had the habit of doing what he thought was right as opposed to what he was told Upstairs. Just as the demon had a habit of doing the sort of mischief that gives humans a choice, as opposed to... well, the traditional things that demons do."
Aziraphale clears his throat. It's important to establish state of mind for the 'characters' of his story, but he's getting a bit off-track.
"Anyway, after the rain, they parted ways, but over the millennia, they kept running into one another. It's a bit of a lonely life, surrounded by mortals, so it's nice to have someone to talk to now and then about... non-mortal things. And every time they spoke, their friendship grew, until they became best friends."
He pauses a moment and adds, "What they didn't realize -- you might want to use an omniscient narrator for this story, actually, now that I think about it -- is that they were also falling in love with another. A romantic sort of love, but as the angel assumed he couldn't experience romantic love, and the demon assumed that he couldn't experience love at all... well, it took them an embarrassingly long time to figure that out."