~ In Case Forever Ends Tomorrow ~ A Good Omens Fanfic

17 - "I'll Pray For You"

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~ Aziraphale's Perspective ~

The angel awoke beside Crowley, the demon's dark wings wrapped around Aziraphale. Crowley's eyes were closed, and his hand rested limply in Aziraphale's. The angel twined their fingers together, a small headache flaring. He bit back his grunt of pain, not wanting to wake Crowley. The sunlight filtered through the room, illuminating the dark furniture. Aziraphale barely remembered what had happened the night before. He remembered Beelzebub trying to hurt Crowley, and then... and then...

Aziraphale remembered purposely flying into hellfire. To break the chains, and... kill himself. He had the burns to remind him of that. His cheeks heated in shame, at the selfish act. What would Crowley have done without him? How could Aziraphale have thought to leave his demon alone? Tears began to form in the angel's eyes, and he let them silently roll down his face. All because he had been in a bad state, Aziraphale had given up. Crowley hadn't given up during the apocalypse, and he's had it way worse than Aziraphale ever would. He truly was a terrible angel. He was astounded that he hadn't Fallen. He was the one who deserved to Fall, not Crowley. Crowley's heart was filled with love, and all the things that most of the angels in Heaven didn't even have.

Aziraphale curled up next to Crowley, his lips brushing over the demon's forehead in a light kiss. The tears that welled in his eyes fell once he blinked, dripping onto the bed sheets.

"Oh, Crowley..." Aziraphale whispered, "I'm so sorry... I should have tried harder...I'm a terrible angel..."

Aziraphale cuddled up next to Crowley, silent tears sliding down from his eyes. His heart ached in pain and regret. He materialized his wings, letting the scorched feathers unfold. He made a muffled sound as the burnt feathers brushed against one another. The burns were raw and tender, some oozing puss. The bandages on his arms and shoulders kept him from moving too much, yet Aziraphale still shook from the pain. He'd never felt so hurt before.

"...Hey, Angel..." Crowley mumbled, opening one eye to reveal yellow slits. He wrapped an arm around Aziraphale and hummed softly, bringing the angel some sort of comfort. Just knowing that Crowley was there. That the demon would protect him. That he loved him.

"How much does it hurt?" Crowley asked, glazing at the angel's shaking body in concern. Aziraphale just nodded, unable to form words.

"Shhh," Crowley coaxed, still frowning,"It's alright. I'm here. You're okay."

Aziraphale leaned into Crowley's touch, breathing deeply. The demon's comforting words made Aziraphale's heart hurt a little less, yet a little more. Less because of the kind, gentle tone Crowley used. The words were filled with affection. More because it made Aziraphale realise just how bad of an angel he was. To leave someone as selfless as Crowley. The demon had always been there for Aziraphale. The angel was eternally grateful for that love.

Crowley held Aziraphale's hand tightly, the action numbing the pain of the burns. The demon sent waves of magic towards him, soothing all the places that were throbbing. A faint smile flickered across the angel's lips, contentment and pleasure washing over him.

"Aziraphale." Crowley said, sitting up suddenly.

Aziraphale opened his eyes, looking at Crowley through his dull gaze.

"I need you to sit up, just for a moment." Crowley told him, using an arm to slowly prop the angel up into a sitting position. Aziraphale moaned in pain, tears pricking at his eyes. The demon winced at this, gently unwrapping the bandages from the previous night.