Sorry, Zira! If he'd known the other angel's history, he'd certainly have left well enough alone. There was absolutely no desire to make the other uncomfortable by any stretch of the imagination.
He certainly doesn't go pushing the matter, allowing Aziraphale to take all the time he needed to collect himself.
There, between the shelves, stood Azrael, looking... mildly uncomfortable. Seemingly calm, yes, but the entire feeling here seemed roughly on par with peeking in on a skittish cat. Not precisely the same atmosphere as it was in the front of the shop. Well... yes he'd rather hoped to go unnoticed for a little while at least.
Certainly dressed a touch more anachronistically than what would normally be wandering in here.
"... An exile." Not entirely keen on trading names quite yet. "One not of this creation, forgive me for intruding."
It's hard to be subtle when not only are you affecting your entire environment, the only other creature, and owner of the establishment, is a similarly ethereal being. And one that takes great care in maintaining his shop, of course.
The atmosphere changed the moment Aziraphale sensed something divine. Tension, confusion, which certainly don't change the moment he turns to look past the shelf and finds himself staring at Azrael, without a trace of familiarity or recognition.
But that's certainly an angel. A powerful one, as far as he can tell. But he looks entirely out of place, and he can't remember to ever have seen him. He would have heard about an angel this powerful, before he had ever been assigned to the gate.
So, he stares.
"....what--" He stumbles in his words, stops to try and gather himself. "I'm sorry, who exactly are you?"
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He certainly doesn't go pushing the matter, allowing Aziraphale to take all the time he needed to collect himself.
There, between the shelves, stood Azrael, looking... mildly uncomfortable. Seemingly calm, yes, but the entire feeling here seemed roughly on par with peeking in on a skittish cat. Not precisely the same atmosphere as it was in the front of the shop. Well... yes he'd rather hoped to go unnoticed for a little while at least.
Certainly dressed a touch more anachronistically than what would normally be wandering in here.
"... An exile." Not entirely keen on trading names quite yet. "One not of this creation, forgive me for intruding."
sorry for the wait!
The atmosphere changed the moment Aziraphale sensed something divine. Tension, confusion, which certainly don't change the moment he turns to look past the shelf and finds himself staring at Azrael, without a trace of familiarity or recognition.
But that's certainly an angel. A powerful one, as far as he can tell. But he looks entirely out of place, and he can't remember to ever have seen him. He would have heard about an angel this powerful, before he had ever been assigned to the gate.
So, he stares.
"....what--" He stumbles in his words, stops to try and gather himself. "I'm sorry, who exactly are you?"