"That's only a title humans use here. Not that we ever refer to Her as our Mother, although I suppose She technically is..." Kind of an absentee mother, but Aziraphale is not one to voice such thoughts aloud. If he has any bitterness, it's towards Heaven, not God Herself.
He tilts his head curiously at yet another difference between their worlds. "No? Well, I suppose if God left, then Metatron wouldn't have much to do." But where would he go off to? Furthermore, where would God go off to?
Further speculation will have to wait, because Balthazar's commentary quite effectively shuts him down.
"...smitten?"
He stares at the other angel with wide eyes as if he's been caught out in a deep, dark secret. He smiles nervously, cheeks coloring in embarrassment as his gaze darts around the room, his hands twisting at one another. "My dear boy, you misinterpret my words. Crowley is -- that is, he's a dear friend and I care for him deeply, but we're not -- I'm not --" He breathes deep and shudders on the exhale. "I'm not meant to feel such things."
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Date: 2019-10-02 02:21 pm (UTC)He tilts his head curiously at yet another difference between their worlds. "No? Well, I suppose if God left, then Metatron wouldn't have much to do." But where would he go off to? Furthermore, where would God go off to?
Further speculation will have to wait, because Balthazar's commentary quite effectively shuts him down.
"...smitten?"
He stares at the other angel with wide eyes as if he's been caught out in a deep, dark secret. He smiles nervously, cheeks coloring in embarrassment as his gaze darts around the room, his hands twisting at one another. "My dear boy, you misinterpret my words. Crowley is -- that is, he's a dear friend and I care for him deeply, but we're not -- I'm not --" He breathes deep and shudders on the exhale. "I'm not meant to feel such things."