Fallen And Forgotten

Fallen And Forgotten

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(This is a fanfiction based off of a really good comic by @mis.march on Instagram! 💕) "Don't worry, he'll be fine." The crisp words slashed through the stunned silence in the room with such heat and intensity there wasn't a response. The sentence alone seemed almost comforting, but in the venom behind the words lied an unspoken promise. Crowley's ears flooded with the sound of his racing heart and then took to a loud pitched ring as his eyes trailed up the long legs and slender body to the Angel's face. The pristine lips moved but seemingly no sound came out. His glasses were long forgotten and his deep, citrine eyes pierced into Gabriel like a spear. Crowley's fingers twitched just at the thought of running a long spear through the man and his lips almost tweaked into a smile. When sound rushed him again and sound was put to movement, everything began to stop. Crowley's blood ran colder than ice as his brain finally put together the sentences like two puzzle pieces finally clicking together. "I always did believe death was far too merciful for a.." there was a long pause and suddenly disgust filled the Angel's voice. "demon." He spat the word like saying it filled his mouth with a rancid taste.
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I forgive you. Aziraphale watched as Crowley walked out the door. He'd seen the demon walk out of the bookshop a million times, always knowing that he'd walk right back in the same door tomorrow. This time, the door closed with a stifling sense of irrevocability. This time, Crowley wasn't just walking out of his bookshop. This time, Crowley was walking out of his life. I forgive you. Foolish. Stupid. Cruel. Those hadn't been the words sitting at the tip of his tongue. Far from it. But it didn't matter. Those had been the words he spoke, and he couldn't take them back now. ~oOo~ Or, the one where Aziraphale realises he needs to ask Crowley's forgiveness this time. Meanwhile, Crowley is just trying to make the Bentley stop playing Taylor Swift.

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