Ineffable

I'll Even Believe in Anything

So.

This is how it feels to Fall.

The solid floor of Heaven, suddenly giving way.

A whooshing sound in his corporation’s ears as he’s suddenly thrown into a freefall, blocking all other sounds as a surface comes ever closer, ready to burn him beyond recognition.

Dimly, what sounds like screaming, having forgotten he’s not the only Angel to fall in this recent calamity. 

But even in his state, he knows that has to be what he’s hearing, and he’d love nothing more than to scream out, to assure them they’re not alone in this, will never let them be alone again, if he can help it.

But even as he opens his mouth, nothing comes out, like the Fall stole his voice as well as everything he’s ever cared about.

A piece of his beautiful red hair is singed into his corporation’s face, but he doesn’t even feel it, nor does he register anything happening around him as Raguel keeps trying to get him to speak, to tell him what happened.

He doesn’t know or care how he’s eventually led to the quarantine area and stuffed into another blank corporation so they can repair some of the damage.

Nor does he know or care how long he lays there before Michael finally shows up in a complete panic and finally lays down with him.

In fact the only thing he does remember is begging God to let him Fall, to not let that be the last time he ever sees his beloved.

Later, when he’s lying in between Michael and Gabriel, it’s all he can do to just stare at the cosmic ceiling and not cry himself dry.

At one point, he walks over to where the cleansing rune has been placed, stares at it for exactly 30 seconds, then lashes out a hand and scratches right through it, rendering it ineffective.

Then he looks down at the healing rune on his own corporation, sticks out one finger, and doesn’t even flinch, just digs the fingernail right into the flesh, leaving a deep gash in its wake as he watches that rune dim out as well.

Good riddance. Is his only thought, before walking away in disgust.

“Aziraphale?” Gabriel asks a while later, as he approaches where the other angel is still resting. “Zachariel has requested to see you. He wants to know how you’re holding up in all of this.”

Aziraphale gets up, but it’s only so he can walk away and rest somewhere else, away from Gabriel’s prying eyes.

The memorial came and went, and the second it was over, Aziraphale went back to his resting area, laid down, and didn’t speak to another angel.

At one point, Ariel had approached him begging, “Aziraphale, please. I need you to talk to me.”

Aziraphale is too busy staring at an orb depicting a memory of them doing tricks in midair to notice she’s even there, and says nothing.

“Please, just tell me you’re alright.”

Oh my love, if only you knew how much I wish we were together right now.

“So! You’ll need the seeds of one pomegranate, a pear, and an apple straight from Eden.” Aziraphale instructs Gabriel, who’s just staring back at him dumbfounded.

“First you break open the pomegranate, and pull out the seeds.” Aziraphale instructs as he demonstrates. “Be sure none of the rind sticks to them. Nasty stuff.” he shudders as he sprinkles the seeds all in a circle.