Aziraphale had spent most of his existence defending concepts he thought he understood. Being another cog in the Plan, being 'the good one', all the while slowly but surely falling in love with the place he'd been sent to watch over. Enjoying human delights. Participating in things not because he needed to, or even should - quite the opposite, actually, by most angel standards - but because of his exposure to them, to enjoying things, to living life.
They almost had that taken away entirely. Destroyed. And they almost payed for their indiscretions with their lives - they were supposed to be taken out of existence entirely.
And he could forget all of that. In this moment, he could forget, when the silence falls between them, when it's too dark to see his eyes, when he can't tell if the music's still playing. He could forget all of it, when the demon leans in and he almost expected something else, and didn't find himself flinching away, not running, just frozen in the moment.
He forgets to breathe. He doesn't need to, but he forgets he was doing that too.
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Date: 2019-08-09 03:07 pm (UTC)They almost had that taken away entirely. Destroyed. And they almost payed for their indiscretions with their lives - they were supposed to be taken out of existence entirely.
And he could forget all of that. In this moment, he could forget, when the silence falls between them, when it's too dark to see his eyes, when he can't tell if the music's still playing. He could forget all of it, when the demon leans in and he almost expected something else, and didn't find himself flinching away, not running, just frozen in the moment.
He forgets to breathe. He doesn't need to, but he forgets he was doing that too.