𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺.

—— 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 broken, 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 broken. what’s the po͟i͟n͟t of anything?

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

i’m a 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯.

i li͟e͟d͟.

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

> now they found themselves on opposite sides.

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

he’d held the tip of his sword far too high and casually moved it lower when in fact he didn’t want to hurt him —— or anyone else. it’d only been about some questions.

“you’re supposed to attack me,” he retorted. “not 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 me.” aziraphale had warned him some time ago. >

[“ 𝒂𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 . @reveriegraces]

nonchalantly ⠀𝒔tanding ⠀without
fear ⠀emerging . ⠀he ⠀ drops ⠀his
sword ⠀without ⠀much ⠀motion .

“ 𝒄ould ⠀save ⠀𝒚our ⠀life . “⠀he
peaks ⠀at ⠀ his⠀stance . ⠀” 𝒚ou
should ⠀have ⠀your ⠀legs ⠀more
apart ⠀.. ⠀hands ⠀relaxed .

𝒂𝘯𝘥⠀the ⠀sword ? “

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

well, he isn’t —— not of
the cost or anything else.

the thought of being without
him is what 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘴 him.

[“ 𝒂𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 . @reveriegraces]

⠀
that’s ⠀𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵⠀𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘴⠀𝘩𝘪𝘮 ...
he’s ⠀𝒔cared ⠀what ⠀he’s
willing ⠀ to ⠀do .
⠀

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

does @reveriegraces know that
he would lay down e͟v͟e͟rything
for him in a 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵?

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

the rebel angel was confused and briefly checked the way he was holding the sword.

“well, i don’t remember asking for your advice,” he snapped back and lifted the tip of the sword towards the other’s neck.

[“ 𝒂𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 . @reveriegraces]

𝒕he ⠀𝒂ngel ⠀fixed ⠀the ⠀𝒔word
ever ⠀so ⠀slightly . ⠀𝒍owering
his ⠀own ⠀weapon ⠀with ⠀a
𝒔light ⠀𝒉𝒖𝒇𝒇 . ⠀” 𝒚ou ⠀will
get ⠀𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 ⠀not ⠀knowing
how ⠀to ⠀wield ⠀your ⠀sword ,
you ⠀know .. “

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

@reveriegraces

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[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

his grip tightened around the hilt as he lifted the sword. his hand was trembling, though.

@reveriegraces, will 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

[quotebot against humanity. @cIowneryism]

he will kill you with a sword.

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

> persuasive. you know that?”, he asked and huffed, eyes opening again to look at him.

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

was it, though? was it really not too late for them? they’d spent thousands of years pretending and now —— what was left? he wanted to believe aziraphale.

but how were they supposed to run away from two sides that would never willingly let them go? and above all, the end >

[“ 𝒂𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 . @reveriegraces]

𝐭𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾⠀ was ⠀ 𝘯𝘰⠀ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 , ⠀ that
could ⠀ describe ⠀ the ⠀ parallel
of ⠀ his ⠀ 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 .⠀ to⠀ what ⠀ they
𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 ⠀ were⠀——⠀ 𝒕o ⠀ .. ⠀ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 .

it ⠀ wasn’t ⠀ just ⠀ 𝒉eartbreak .⠀ it
was ⠀ the ⠀ 𝒍ight ⠀ that ⠀ once ⠀ had +

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

> finally falling shut. he relaxed into the warmth of the water and his angelic touch.

it was clear he was giving in— 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. he couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, especially when he took such care and told him all these things.

“you’re unbelievably >

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

> he wanted long ago.

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

he folded both arms over the rim of the bathtub and rested the side of his head onto them. his exhausted, yellow gaze found the other’s blue one, just staring at him without a word and letting his words sink in. it was the first time he allowed the angel to see his eyes. >

[“ 𝒂𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 . @reveriegraces]

𝒂𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦⠀ could ⠀ 𝘴𝘦𝘦 ⠀ the
signs ⠀ of ⠀ the ⠀ inevitable
happening . ⠀𝘩𝘦⠀ 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺⠀𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 ,
it ⠀was ⠀coming .

because ⠀in ⠀the ⠀way ⠀ he
𝒘ould ⠀ shield ⠀ himself , ⠀he
couldn’t ⠀even ⠀see ⠀his ⠀eyes .
his ⠀𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴⠀would +

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

> had more sides. it was nice. pretending it was just the two of them on earth for so many years had been nice. he wished it was as easy as back then.

“i just want—“

he wouldn’t finish that sentence. there was really no need to anyway. he’d already told aziraphale what >

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

> what it was that he did wrong? it might’ve been the wrong moment for their first kiss, it’d been anything but soft and slow. he’d been rough and too desperate, but he’d thought he wanted it, too.

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

he didn’t return the angel’s gaze. his yellow eyes drifted everywhere else; the walls, outside the window, the water, his own hands —— as if the mere eye contact was too much to bear. he didn’t even meet his gaze when he said 𝒍overs.

that was what nina had asked him. >

[“ 𝒂𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 . @reveriegraces]

𝒕𝘩𝘦⠀ 𝒂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅⠀ exhaled . ⠀ 𝒚𝘰𝘶
could ⠀ probably ⠀ 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍⠀ by
the ⠀ 𝒘ay ⠀ his ⠀ breath
became ⠀ heavier , ⠀ that
𝒕his ⠀ was ⠀ .. ⠀ 𝒔omething
that ⠀——⠀ 𝘩𝘦⠀ 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚
𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 ⠀ 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 .

𝒎ore ⠀ than ⠀ he ⠀ had
ever ⠀ really ⠀ spoken +

[𝙘𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. @slippedintohell]

> so what was there to lose anyway?

“why did you,” he took a shaky breath, “treat the,” he swallowed hard, his body shaking, “the 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 like it was something that needed 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴?”

did aziraphale know how much it 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 him? how often he thought about >