I dearly recommend you listen to "Ruin my Life By Zara Larsson(M+ike Remix)" on SoundCloud or whatever application you use for music.
(I hope you guys have a dictionary on you because I've been using formal words here but If you like I don't mind putting translations against it.)
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The clouds grew yellow, as the sun simmered down from its throne to let the moon prevail into the darkening sky. Two angels sat on a cloud, one was smaller than the other who was snake-length or, formally, quite slender. He wasn't pale as most slender people, he was rather tanned. It assorted well with his flourishing hair that was blood-red or, nicely, rose red. As for the other, his hair was motley blonde but white to correspond with his wings and halo. He was fairly shorter than the angel, A LOT shorter than the angel, and he was adorably chubby.
They both sat in silence, one picking at his hair just to get rid of some cloud specks that might've dispatched from the poor cloud. And the other gazing at the sun that was slowly travelling away from them, making the Garden Of Eden become slowly ambiguous and humble. Aziraphale, the angel gazing tremendously, was abashed. He never knew The Garden Of Eden was so outstanding at night if so he would've been here every night to watch the sentiment either at early hours or late dawn.
Crawly, the angel cleansing his hair was admiring the angel beside him, dazed into the sentiment in front of the angels. He loved his best friend, his smooth and luscious face that peeked from everything else attached to him and the captivating personality that depicted him from the rest of the angels, especially Gabriel whose attitude was much more bitter than the attitude he would show to his seniors. Crawly doesn't even know if that man has ever had someone he cared for.
Aziraphale sighed deeply as if he was an office worker leaving his premises at 5 in the morning just to come back only fewer hours later. A sense of worry and anticipation left his breath that was shown through the temperate night.
"Do you ever think we'll protect the garden of Eden, Crawly?"
The angel softly picked at his fingers while giving the angel beside him a cultivating look. "J-Just a thought..."
Crawly was shocked, not by fear but by a confound manner; it was merely impossible by the aphorism of individuals. Although, the angel seemed so happy about the idea that Crawly didn't have the devil to diversify it." Ya know..." He smiled widely with glee while staring at the tree safely secured by a yellow sign that glowed among the darkness. "God's got an interest, so it isn't unlikely she wouldn't choose ya."
Aziraphale became flustered, his cheeks becoming torrid and visible. He managed to pop a big smile at Crawly who wasn't looking but enjoying the view below as the angel had once...
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The angels sat, once again amongst the darkening sky and simmering yellow clouds dazing over Eden with tired eyes and staggering feet. Although Heaven was a paradise it did have its temperatures here and there but it was harder to grimace with such thick clothing that could keep only a baby warm considering the length and width; it was prodigious. The only source of warmth was either a home or your thoughts when you don't ponder about the glacial.
Instead of refining his hair Crawly stared deeply at the angel. His vision was becoming entirely vague but instead of a grey tint, it was yellow. It blistered his eyelids when he blinked to subside the pain. He didn't think much of it, he was condemning the sun as it was falling with a rather yellowish and purple lambent colour. But the pain wasn't something he could blame on the vanishing sun because he and Aziraphale were compelled to watching the sun for generally over 100 years. You may think that this was boring but the angel did it merely to engrave the other and fathom Aziraphale more since he was at heart mostly when the days have ended.
Aziraphale could hear the blubbers of his friend adjacent to him. He glanced over to conceive at Crawly, he was shaking and his eyes we're all-inclusive and maturing a yellow colour whilst his pupils inclined exceedingly thinner until it became a twig shape. Aziraphale started to panic, his friend was shattering eminently and he looked as if he was in great distortion. "Crawly! What on earth is going on with y-you?" The angel spoke, attending to his aid while the angel in his arms shook vigorously, his face was becoming much tighter and an alluring snake tattoo, of some sort, faltered over his ear.
Before the angel could repeat his enigma white feathers plucked and lofted around the angel, descending and corresponding with the clouds. Aziraphale became apprehensive prior to the black feathers that now formed. Everything was going so quick that Aziraphale couldn't comprehend it, he couldn't convergence with Crawly groaning abundantly in his arms whilst his changes we're stabbing him tardily. The last thing Aziraphale saw of his precious friend was his smile that concealed the black-feathered, long-horned, yearns tail that spiked to his tip, and the snake-like teeth that displayed more than the other horrifying features.
Crawly wasn't groaning anymore but he slowly lost his grip from heaven and the cloud no longer supported him, he practically fazed through. He didn't scream nor did a tear leave his eye he was in his own world with wide tortious eyes that gave the angel panicking immensely a vicious freeze that travelled deeply around his diminutive body. But that didn't stop Aziraphale from grabbing the wrist of the other tightly as he tried to find a source of strength nearby.
Crawly fazed right through his grip, falling rapidly down the cloud. Leaving trails of small patches that disconnected while they were sharing their, probably, last connection. "Crawly!" Aziraphale yelled as he flew down to try and catch his friend once more but as soon as he got to the line he was refrained by metal and steel chains that cinched him scarcely and he watched his friend, tears swelling in his eyes and despondency hollowing his entire body while he reached as far as he could knowing well that he couldn't get his friend on time. He watched the "thing", who wasn't angeled more, fall into an oasis of fire and smoke.
Did he really fall?
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THIS TOOK ME TWO DAYS, JUST TO THINK OF FORMAL AND A GOOD STORYLINE ONWARD.
This was based on this small picture here:
Slow updates because I want to catch up on the book and I take really long with formal words. I want the book to seem exciting not just fast forward.
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