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✨ god's little wildcard ✨ ([personal profile] oldbookshop) wrote in [personal profile] demonicmiracle 2024-07-18 01:28 am (UTC)

[ Aziraphale stays silent for a stretch.

There's not a dignified way to say "I broke my mug and suddenly everything that was ever too much for me rushed the door." There's not a dignified way to say a lot of things right now.

Do you suppose we have much of a point anymore once we get home? he wants to ask. Do you suppose I ever had one, or did they just like me better out of the way? Well. For all that, he may as well ask if Crowley supposes the grass is green. It's no secret.

(He liked himself better out of the way, too. Likes Earth better. He always has.

Why create him as an angel at all? Why make Heavenly love such a dreadful thing at all? Aziraphale doesn't expect he'll ever ask Her, but he can hardly get into trouble for wondering, here.) ]


Got a bit overwhelmed. I suppose. Couldn't seem to-- to make it stop.

[ The thinking. The feelings he could normally bottle up one-handed and blindfolded. Oh, he was right. This is absolutely undignified. Couldn't seem to make myself stop throwing a fit and committing Thought Crimes, darling, hope that helps.

If he fidgets with Crowley's lapels to cope, that's between him and the lapels. ]


Nothing quite worth the dramatics, I'm sure.

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