When you've known each other since the beginning of time and you still can't sit down to talk for real.
Love is not an easy thing or an easy feeling but after six thousand years it could be a little easier, right?
Get to know the story of Azirapha...
Crowley began plundering the local pub with a bottle of Whiskey after Aziraphale's ascension. Even though it had only been a few hours it felt like years without his cherished drinking friend.
In reality, he can't even be termed a drinking companion because the angel never drank and if he did, he had a good reason for that. He was a big fan of hot chocolate instead.
He thought it would be a good idea to sober up after a couple of bottles of whiskey but then the radio turned up and absolutely smashed the poor demon.
The song abruptly ended, with the radio plummeting to the floor. It layed broken and continued to play "nightingale" again and over. Crowley broke the radio and tossed the remaining whiskey against the wall in his wrath.
The rest of the liquid was on the floor with a demon seated next to it, the glass and radio were broken.
With a decisive movement, he removed his sunglasses and everyone's eyes widened. Not because of the hue of the demon's eyes but because of the misery it carries and the tears it sheds.
"Where is his weird bookstore friend?" one of the men in the background asked.
The woman with braided hair next to him responded. "I saw them fighting, although they have fought several times before but the situation has never been this bad."
The young man standing next to the innkeeper, who had only been there a few days, spoke up. "Where can that southern pansy really be?"
Hearing that word, the demon jumped to his feet and landed on the young man.
"Say it one more time, and I'll gouge your eyes out!" he said, grabbing the boy's shoulders.
The unlucky man couldn't even speak; all he wanted to do was get out of the demon's grasp. The innkeeper separated them and led the enraged man out.
Crowley was on his way to his car in a wrath when he was touched on the shoulder from behind. When he turned around he was met with a face he knew.
"Inspector?" _______________________________ Meanwhile, our lovely angel was busy in Heaven.
"Aziraphale, come. I'll show you where you'll work from now on." Metatron remarked, motioning to the right and he and the angel began walking to the specified location.
Aziraphale's thoughts strayed as he walked along the long white corridor.
"𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚...𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣." His words to Crowley echoed in his head.
"Aziraphale?" When the angel heard his name, he snapped out of his reverie and was wiping away a small, barely visible tear while following Metatron.
Although Aziraphale assumed Metatron was unconcerned about his wandering, after he only paid attention to the third address and immediately cut off the situation with tearful eyes, he couldn't do anything but inquire.
"Despite the fact that I already asked, what did your fellow demon Crowley say about this possibility?"
When he heard the question, the angel came to a halt and tried to suppress his feelings but he couldn't stop what happened next.
When he wanted to speak, his voice stopped and he only thought of one sentence.
"𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
As Metatron awaited the answer to his question, his voice simply echoed in his head. Instead of his teary eyes, Aziraphale' gazs transformed and followed the man to his new office a few moments later.
When he was alone in the small room for a few minutes, he propped himself up at his desk and looked up at the roof and a small tear ran down his face.
His sadness ended with this. He pushed himself away from the table and began his frantic work.
Only one image kept playing in his thoughts and he couldn't get it out of his head. _________________________________
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"Mr. Crowley, could you please refrain from addressing me as such? You already know who I am, it was just a disguise." Muriel, who had unexpectedly appeared, smiled at the demon.
Crowley drew his glasses down his nose and gave the shy little angel a serious look.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice measured.
Muriel bit her lip as she noticed the demon's mood shift. "I just saw Aziraphale leave, and when I saw that you didn't accompany him, I was curious what happened. You were always together, so why didn't he go to Heaven with you?"
Crowley shook his shoulders and put on his glasses as if trying to hide his feelings that were about to burst forth.
Muriel, on the other hand, did not stop there and began to follow. "I really don't understand the situation, so please respond. You two..together..."
Crowley came to a sudden halt when Muriel bumped into his back. The demon turned around, looked into the angel's eyes, and roared.
"There is no such thing as the two of us together!"
The evening swirl echoed his voice. People were taken aback by the scene. Muriel was unable to speak. Crowley, on the other hand, vanished.
Nobody understand what had happened; he had become a blur. Nothing demonic or angelic happened; he simply turned into a mist. ________________________________ And here we gooo... The first chapter. I'm so happy to write it.
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