Somebody was standing in there, holding a box, eyes squeezed shut in terror. That somebody was no stranger to Crowley. “Angel!” the demon exclaimed, astonished “Ohh look at you… What did you do?”
As Aziraphale heard that familiar voice, he opened his eyes and burst into tears.
“Crowley” was the only word he managed to utter. He stepped out of the lift, head down in shame, struggling to look the demon in the face.
“Here you are again” Crowley said, giving a faint smile, heartbroken at seeing Aziraphale looking so miserable.
“I’ve fallen”, saying that aloud made the poor creature start sobbing.
“I see… I suppose falling from grace has gone out of fashion, has it?” Crowley’s quip fell flat with the wailing Aziraphale.
“It sucks, huh? Look at your wings!” the demon said with a soft voice, trying to comfort him. As he said so, the two black wings moved backwards, hiding behind Aziraphale’s back.
“I thought I had already ended up down there” he said, trembling.
“I’m afraid that's what I’m here for” the demon whispered.
“I wasn’t expecting to… get to see you” Aziraphale started.
“You lucky angel” Crowley said,
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03ududu30 | Pubblicata: 15/04/26 | 15/04/26 Rating: Verde | Genere: Fluff | Capitoli: | Completa
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