A bird outside chirped, breaking Aziraphale's concentration in two neat halves, like a freshly split apple.
The angel let out a sigh, and set down his cup of tea (now stone cold, he noted distantly), dust drifting off his arms as he moved them, unpleased to realize the stiffness, which would need a firm talking to.
He thought about miracling another cup of tea, but then- then he recalled why he wanted one in the first place, and his lower lip trembled. He drew a shuddering breath and then clamped his mouth shut tight, settling in the stillness once again, watery blue eyes watching the green world outside settle into fall in a smooth, quiet pattern.
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The angel let out a sigh, and set down his cup of tea (now stone cold, he noted distantly), dust drifting off his arms as he moved them, unpleased to realize the stiffness, which would need a firm talking to.
He thought about miracling another cup of tea, but then- then he recalled why he wanted one in the first place, and his lower lip trembled. He drew a shuddering breath and then clamped his mouth shut tight, settling in the stillness once again, watery blue eyes watching the green world outside settle into fall in a smooth, quiet pattern.