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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Crowley made no more noise, his breathing was consistently slow, comforting, Aziraphale debated whether to get back into bed, but he needed his writing gear for the day. Aziraphale sighed and headed downstairs into Horns and Halos; as he walked through the kitchen, he smiled, thinking of Crowley spinning with knives flying listening to his favorite Electro Swing. Aziraphale couldn't help himself, he started to hum and sing on his way out into the bistro. Walking through the swinging door that once upon a time, he fell through landing him squarely on his back with a devilish grin above him, he stopped. Something felt off, he didn't want to go any further, maybe it was all the windows and the fact that it was still dark, just before the sun would rise./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Anathema finally showed up, she knew she was running late, and Anathema had interrupted them twice last night, when she saw Crowley he put his hand, "It's fine, don't even worry about." Anathema stopped dead in her tracks looking at him, this was a first, "I thought I was going to die." Crowley was in his own little heaven; looking up at her, he looked like an in love puppy. "Oh dear god, you got laid, by an Angel." Crowley glowered at her, "Don't say it like that please, it was more than that." He smiled, it was creeping Anathema out, "You're in love. That's awesome." Anathema squealed and ran over, hugging him. "It's about time, where is he? You didn't send him home, did you?" Crowley looked at her as if she was insane, "Hell no, he probably went home to grab his stuff and come back."/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Crowley wasn't sure where he was when he woke up, or even when, but his eyes opened to see a beaming smile through a tear-stained face. It was Anathema, she was with him, she never cried, why was she crying, then he remembered Aziraphale. Trying to sit up, she stopped him, "Anthony, you can't your feet and legs have pretty bad burns, they need to finish wrapping you." Crowley never liked his first name. Whenever it was used, it was never right. "Anathema, where is he? Please tell me he's okay, Anathema." Anathema looked at the floor, Crowleys heart dropped, "No, Anathema, no, no." Crowley couldn't stop the instant tears that welled up and spilled out. Anathema carefully put her arms around him, "No, no, Anthony, I don't know yet, they did get him breathing, but he hasn't woken up." Crowley stuttered his breathing, it was better than the alternative, but it still wasn't satisfying. "I have to go get the police, they want to talk to you." Crowley knew that was going to happen, Aziraphale was bound, he left him that way so they could see it./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Crowley wasn't sure where he was when he woke up, or even when, but his eyes opened to see a beaming smile through a tear-stained face. It was Anathema, she was with him, she never cried, why was she crying, then he remembered Aziraphale. Trying to sit up, she stopped him, "Anthony, you can't your feet and legs have pretty bad burns, they need to finish wrapping you." Crowley never liked his first name. Whenever it was used, it was never right. "Anathema, where is he? Please tell me he's okay, Anathema." Anathema looked at the floor, Crowleys heart dropped, "No, Anathema, no, no." Crowley couldn't stop the instant tears that welled up and spilled out. Anathema carefully put her arms around him, "No, no, Anthony, I don't know yet, they did get him breathing, but he hasn't woken up." Crowley stuttered his breathing, it was better than the alternative, but it still wasn't satisfying. "I have to go get the police, they want to talk to you." Crowley knew that was going to happen, Aziraphale was bound, he left him that way so they could see it./p
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