s2 spoilers
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As he watched the car and the demon heโ. Well, he knew that's what mattered, no need to keep aching over it.โ Aziraphale wiped the silvery streaks from his face.
Clearly someone had heard him, as the Bentley froze in its tracks. He could almost hear Crowley's foot crunching +
+ home, teasing barbs, gecko children, stopping Armageddon. Until it all finally settled in a bright and busy restaurant, an empty table before the two.
Aziraphale took a moment to swallow the lump in his throat. Bravery, if anything else Crowley had the right to be looked in +
Aziraphale couldn't hold in the slight whimper that slid past his quivering lip. Nothing he could say would fix this.
No amount of begging, or dancing would bring them back together.
All he could do was... Let go.
"What you are to me?" It came whispered like old grief.
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Old grief? But Crowley had only left him recently andโ. Oh... Oh.
How long had he loved him, how long had he pushed it away, begged things to stay the same in case everything fell apart.
"Please," a hand jumped up to touch the bow of his own lip, "come back."
Stepping up +
"Well, technically she's a 'Heavenly' babe, not an angelic one." That'd be a cherub.
"They had something planned for her, and I thought it was quite unfair." As top angel, that was his right, wasn't it?
Maybe it'd be alright to have a quick pop out of the office. See how Muriel is doing and check in onโ the books.
After all, he's top angel now. He can do that. Right?
"Uhm... Wellโ."
How is he supposed to explain this?
"It's quite, a good chuckle." And yes, he's holding said baby which is swathed in crisp white blankets.
"I may have stolen her? From heaven."