Trust is a fickle little thing, one which takes years to build, an instant to break, and an eternity to repair.
Illidan doesn’t have an eternity. With the Legion on Azeroth’s doorstep, he’s not sure he even has a week.
- Part 3 of The Hundred Hundred Year Fall
06 Jul 2019
“Angel, what’s wrong?”
Aziraphale stays standing stubbornly before giving in with a sigh and sliding down next to Crowley. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m sorry for being…cross…it’s just that, well…”
He looks at Crowley rather helplessly, like one might look at another before delivering the news of a terminally ill pet or the loss of all their retirement savings.
“Somebody bought a book.”
29 Jun 2019
“Aziraphale,” Crowley clutches tighter at Aziraphale’s jacket, hissing the words between his teeth, and the slightly hysterical edge to his voice makes the angel’s entire body flood with sheer panic.
“Someone’s summoning me.”
the yet unknowing world by Ark for stereobone
13 Jul 2019
A half-step is all it takes to get Aziraphale close enough to murmur into Crowley’s ear, “Put the light out when you go to bed, and I’ll come to you.”
24 Jun 2019
Aziraphale is going to show Crowley just how much he is loved.
Now has a sequel.
Bookmarked by Aculina
13 Aug 2019