Still An Angel, Then?

Out in the middle of a Field, In a random place in London, Sat a cottage. A very cozy cottage at that and miraculously protected of course. Today, That cottage sat under a star filled sky, And a certain (drunk) demon sat atop its roof.

While the sky had been as lively as ever, It was as if someone cut off the lights as soon as a certain pair of golden eyes gazed upon it.

“..Ssstupid stars— Stupid… Stupid—!”

The red-headed demon rambled on and on into the silent night, Tossing away the bottle of cheap wine as he couldn’t bare the thought of wasting a good one on such an unimportant sulk and curling up into himself. He would have just huddled up in the green house if his angel hadn’t been home. He didn’t want to bother him after all with something as meaningless as this.

His drunken rage was cut short when the sound of wings flapping cut him off, followed by the creak of someone joining him on the roof. Crowley opened his eyes and looked over though his foggy vision, Catching a glimpse of white hair and a tan coat. He blinked the tears from his eyes and looked away from the angel with a slurred hiss.

“Oh Crowley… What on Earth are you doing out here alone? You’ll freeze to death like this— And drunk no less!”

The angel fret, Summoning a simple soft and fluffy blanket to toss over the demons shoulders. Crowley only shuttered in response.

“…’M fine…”

The demon slurred.

“…Just go back inside, Angel.”

Crowley huffed. He was clearly unhappy with the entire situation.

“I don’t think so. Just tell me what’s wrong, Dear boy..”

Aziraphale soothed, Coaxing the Demon to open up… And how could Crowley say no to that?

“The stars…”

“..The stars? What about them?”

The angel looked up to the sky with confusion and concern. All he could see was a lovely blooming sky of color.

“…I can’t see them.”

The demon admitted. Aziraphale frowned with a pained sigh.

“Oh dear… I’m so sorry… I remember how much you adored those beautiful creations. The look on your face when you finally got to show them off.”

The angel remembered the memories of that Red-headed angel fondly, Smiling softly. Crowley just huffed, Weakly looking up to gaze at the sky again. It remained the same. It always did. Just an ashen grey and the moon. Pitiful.

Crowley wondered what the angel saw when he looked up there, The way his eyes lit up with joy and nostalgia was unmistakable. They must still be shining brightly, He just couldn’t watch them flourish anymore.

“…You know, I wouldn’t mind giving anything of mine away so you could see them again…”

Aziraphale muttered after some time of silence. Crowley looked over at him with confusion.

“What? No, No— Don’t do that. This isn’t your problem. Don’t go sacrificing anything, You hear me? We’ve both sacrificed enough.”

Crowley hissed in warning to the angel, But it was more of an alcohol scented gurgle. Aziraphale grimaced at the odor but didn’t say anything. Crowley was already vulnerable enough.

“Hm. Okay, Okay...”

The angel leaned over and pulled Crowley into his arms, Resting his forehead on his, Ignoring his drunken breath. Crowley let out a small “ngk” of disapproval but was far too weak to actually attempt to scurry away. He was comfortable anyways. Aziraphale set two fingers on both of Crowley’s temples and sighed. The demon felt a miracle but didn’t pay too much mind to it, as after all, knowing his angel, It was just him turning off the kettle.

“…Can we just stay like this a while.?”

The demon muttered. Aziraphale smiled and looked up at the sky, The stars no longer shining on those baby blue eyes, His snake-like pupils sharpening with a silent mourning.

“…I’ll wait as long as you need me too.”