Still We Know Each Other So Well - Ch 13
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Fic premise: what would happen if both Aziraphale and Crowley had their memories wiped?
Rated: E
Excerpt:
Aziraphale stood in the entrance to his bedroom, slowly coming back into himself through a haze of bewilderment. The effort was gruelling, and piecing together his thoughts felt like trying to assemble a puzzle made of shards of glass. He winced at the pain of it, pressing his fingers to his temples. The anger that had erupted out of him earlier seemed misplaced now. Perhaps it had been then too, but it had sprung forth so readily that it left Aziraphale shaking. He slumped back and slid down the wall, hugging his legs to his chest as his heart beat thunderously and his mind reeled.
Why did this feel bigger than the notebook? Why did he even care about the blasted notebook? It was a breach of trust, yes but…he had given Crowley an opportunity, to show he could admit when he’d made a mistake, to be the bigger person. Aziraphale’s gut wrenched and he recoiled at his own self righteousness. It was just… he needed to know that even if he wasn’t always honest that Crowley was… Good. Then perhaps the gnawing, insistent incantation— we can’t, we can’t, we can’t —would finally be silenced, satisfied, once and for all.
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