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Lying in mud and cursing the gods
Crowley walked until his feet ached and his head was numb with alcohol, until the car horns blended in with the howling of the wind.
"You ssaid… you said... you forgive me.. for what?" Hiccup
He stopped and dug his fingernails into wet tree bark for support.
Hiccup "Am I that.. bad of a kisser?"
Crowley felt his fingertips slip from the tree and scrape the bark as he fell backwards. He would lie there in his drunkenness until the sky was littered with gold freckles, trying to decode the stars as if they were morse code.
"Every… everything was perfect…so I just.. I don't understand.."
"I could care less… about all of the places I've gone or- or events I've witnessed.. All the food I've tasted…" Hiccup "Alcohol I've drunk.."
Crowley holds his whiskey bottle up to his lips like a glass microphone, as if his words would reach the heavens if only he were a little louder.
"I would give all of it up… just to hear you say my name one more time." …Hiccup
"It… almost sounds… good.. when you say it.." And like mother nature herself was mocking him, a nightingale sang. Crowley laughed sarcastically, it was like his life was all some big joke.
I guess there was a nightingale all along… just not the one I wanted.
Black ink spilled on white floors
When Aziraphale stepped out of the elevator he felt weighed down by the pit in his stomach.
All of the alarms in his head were going off, he needed to leave. But the white walls of heaven and the electric hum of the overhead lights invited him in so warmly.
T̸̢̤̪̼͋͐͂̅̂̄͆́͑̀̕h̴̡̺͇̩͖̩̟͚͕̎́́͜i̷̧̨̱͔͔̹̰̦̝͚̋̊̈́́͛͘͝s̵̨̡̫̙͕̤̺̜͚̩̭͕̄̿̐͋̆̽̇̔͗́̏̆̉̕̚ ̶̯͕̼̠͙̼̜͑̆́̽̆́̊͜͜f̴̨̛̻̞̜̜̜̳͈͉̰̙͂̎̓̃̏̔̔͂̕͝͠ͅe̴͔̟̍̐̊̋̅̄͆̚͠ḛ̴̫̹̬͓̀̾̄̉͆l̶̜̏͗͗̃̇̓̓̑̓̔̽͌̚s̵͇͚̐̿̋͜͜͠ ̷̢̧̧͖̮̗̭͉̻̠̻͗́͂w̴͕̣̃̈́̑̒̋̿̿͂̓̾̍̍͝r̸̯̀̓̃̇̎̍͑͋̅̈͑̎͠͠o̵̩̰̦̼͊̃́͛̿n̴͇̊̿̓́͊̏͊̀͌͊̒͐̍͝͠ğ̶̨͇̲͓̱̼͉̖̘̱͒̊͜.̵̖̥̟͛̈́̌̆́͐͛͑͂̀͂́̇͂
This is right.
"Where will I be working?" Aziraphale broke the silence.
"If you like, you may have an office. It is one of the permissions you are able to grant as a supreme archangel." Metatron motioned in front of them and in a swift hand movement a desk and chair appeared.
"Ah! Thank you…" Aziraphale's steps echoed in heavens void as he walked towards his new desk. "So.. When will I be getting more information on this "Second Coming"?"
Aziraphale looked back when a hand patted his shoulder. "In due time Aziraphale. For now how about you get started on writing heavenly contracts. Gabriel was very behind on his work!" As Metatron spoke, a stack of contract applications and blank scrolls appeared on Aziraphale's desk.
"Sure!... Yes I will get right on it…" I̷̍͜ ̸̩̂m̶̻̎í̴̭s̸̢̽s̷̳̆ ̸̠̓m̶͇̉ẙ̷͇ ̶̡̈b̸͍́ȍ̸̫o̸͚̿k̵̝͌ ̸̢͋s̸͓͋h̵̺̽ŏ̷̮p̷͖̑ ̸͚̇a̶̬͝l̷̪͂r̶̗̍è̵͎a̸͎͐d̴̳͝y̶͍̍.̸̤̒.̶̧͗.̸͓͑
"I will leave you to it then." Metatron chose what seemed like a random direction in the white void to walk towards.
"W-wait! What about-" It was too late, when Aziraphale turned back towards Metatron, he had disappeared. Just like C̶͔͛r̴͚̽o̶̤͆ẁ̷̧l̷̨̎e̸̯͒y̶̻̑… Who?
"Ah.." Now that he was alone, Aziraphale was able to focus on the pounding in his head. His fingertips squeezed the brim of his nose and his chest rose as he took a deep breath in. His eyes danced around the void he was in, familiar yet… haunting. Aziraphale shook the feeling off and glanced back to his desk. Maybe paperwork would help take his mind off of everything, he had better get started on it sooner than later.
Aziraphale, with a feather pen in hand, set about completing the work Gabriel had left behind. His only concept of time was the small pocket watch he had brought with him… He knew Metatron had strictly stated "no earthly items in Heaven" while on the way up, but he just couldn't leave it behind. Why…
Aziraphale paused his writing and set his pen to the side, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small gold watch. Why is this important to me… He inspected the face of the clock, It's nothing special.. So why? Aziraphale flipped it over in his hand and noticed an engraving on the back. "To my dearest friend-"
"Michael, he granted Aziraphale the title of supreme archangel to-" Aziraphale quickly slipped the watch into his pocket at the sound of approaching voices.
"I know why he did it." Michael cut off Uriel "What I don't understand is what that will achieve… One of them is going to figure it out sooner or later and all of this will have been for nothing!"
"They just need to be kept in the dark long enough for the Second Coming to be put into motion, Michael. And It's our job to see to it that the Almighty's plans aren't put on hold."
"They better have something good planned, or that damned Cro-"
Clink!
"Ah! So very sorry to interrupt! It seems I've rather made a mess…" Aziraphale says as he sets the bottle of spilled ink upright and miracles the black liquid off of his papers and back into the bottle.
"Mmm…" Without wasting anymore words on Aziraphale, the two Archangels vanish. But Aziraphale doesn't miss the scowl on their faces. Sigh
He hated to admit it but however heavenly this paperwork may be, it is still paperwork, and it's boring.
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