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On the train ride home

A personal take on what happened after Crowley found Aziraphale’s bookshop burning up in flames and on the events that occured on a certain night™️ after Armageddidn’t

I had this song in mind while writing the whole thing and I higlhy recommend listening to it through the whole reading to get a better understanding of our demon’s pining.

Disclaimer: This is just a part one/work in progress!! Il get around to finish it eventually, just wanted to put this idea down first.

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He let his lungs be filled with air and screamed, his whole being inflating and bursting like a paperbag, or like a nail bomb rather, scattering away pieces of itself in the aftermath, destroying and being destroyed at once. He sat still for a while, the dreadful implication lying underneath the burnt paperbacks tearing through him, more scalding and searing than the heat the flames enveloped him in could ever aspire to be. Time stretched and coiled on itself as Crowley silently got to his feet, feeling a hundred times more ancient than he was, his white-knuckled hands clinging almost desperately to the only book that had survived the fire.

“Waiting down at the station

I don’t remember

I think it was late then”

He tossed it in the car a moment later, together with the knowledge of having just lost something incredibly important, and he stilled as he watched it creating ripples through his conscience like a rock would on the surface of a lake, before slouching in the driver’s seat.

“Standing, always so quiet

We’re like elevators

Filled up with strangers”

The Bentley hummed low as its owner turned the ignition on and drove itself through the streets of London in reverent silence, not wanting to push its luck with any of the tracks from the Queen’s Best Of tape currently lodged in the blaupunkt.

Curiously, Crowley never significantly troubled himself with discerning reality from his own fantasy until that particular moment. He had always made sure the angel was safe, following at a distance, like a peregrin in pursuit of the light at the end of the cave - he’d become Eurydice, treading lightly on her lover’s path. Yet somehow he suddenly found himself being Orpheus, turning around just in time to watch the terrible consequences of his foolish doubt unravel in front of his eyes, dooming the un-doomed and losing his spouse just a moment before salvation. One time Crowley had turned his back on Aziraphale, and it had proved fatal.

He felt his throat tighten in recognition of what felt like being punished for his lack of Faith all over again.

“No sound, no Hallelujahs,

Still I was praying

On the train ride home”

Still, he did a thing no other demon ever dared to do, and he certainly hadn’t done in a while; mouthing silently, as long-forgotten litanies traveled their way up his ribcage but never quite managed to escape their prison and kept hanging off his teeth, he clasped his hands togheter, wrists still resting on the steering wheel, and he prayed.

“If I can’t get the things I want,

If I can’t get the things I want,

Just give me what I need”

«Please be alright, Angel.»

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Notes: English is not my first language and I’ve never written in it anything that wasn’t homework related. This is also the first time I’ve ever written a fic of some sort, so please be patient and let me know if there are any mistakes I didn’t notice! 🙏🏻

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