❝What was 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 about these three creatures was the 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 to live for each other.❞
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It would have been a normal thing to see three different people ridding in the same car, on a business trip, but these three were everything than ordinary. These were creatures from three different war armies, each having their own side, on a mission to save the world all in their different ways.
"You are possibly the only morons in the universe that can look after the wrong boy for 11 years!" Ophelia expressed her opinion as Crowley raced through central London, paying more attention to the road than her opinions while Aziraphale, unfortunately, felt completely bad for what they had done.
"Yes but-" Aziraphale raised his finger to speak, but was shushed by Ophelia.
"Silence when I speak!" She scolded him as the angel listened, keeping his head down. It took her a moment to pull herself together from the rage she was feeling building inside of her. "Sorry. What's the plan?"
"Well, I was thinking, since Crowley was doing the swapping, we know the child's birthday and where he was born. The nuns must have kept the records." the angel started as he glanced at the rearview mirror to see the face of the witch. She kept looking serious, but he was still having trouble with figuring out what her reaction was thanks to the sunglasses resting on her face. "We just go look through the records." the angel looked at the demon asking for him to back him up on this.
"Alright." the witch paused, looking first at the angel and then at the demon. "Sounds like a plan. Suprised you thought of it."
"You see, Ophelia... I'm a bit more clever than you think." Aziraphale looked behind at her, giving her a small smile. He wanted to prove his cleverness to her.
"We'll see about that one, angel." the witch reminded him too much of his dear friend. She looked out the window, seeming to be really dramatic while still being too mysterious.
"I like the new image. Dig it." Crowley finally spoke as Aziraphale gave him a questioning look. "Reminds me of someone."
"It is a safety precaution, not a fashion statement." she answered, not giving a damn really about his opinions and views.
"Mine too." the demon chuckled. The two left Aziraphale completely disappointed. They had a far more important job to do than talk about sunglasses which to him still were a very unique, but rather unimportant accessory.
"Watch out for that pedestrian!" the angel shouted as a lady crossing the street was almost hit. Neither did the witch nor the demon seem to care much while the angel wouldn't be able to fall asleep that night if they had hit the lady.
