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[ At first, the screen is blank. It's resting on top of Aziraphale's bed - though, of course, no one can tell that quite yet - and all that can be heard is mumbled words, quiet whispers. If you pay attention you might even recognise the voice. ]
Missing in the darkness, vanished without a trace, with only the memories and photographs to fill an empty place.
[ It's quiet and sad, and completely and utterly broken. The words come out as little stutters, breaks between them as the person does all that he can to bite back the emotions. This is why. This is why it paid ill to befriend mortals - to befriend anyone. It's why Crowley was the only one he had trusted, at home, but here? He had thought it was different. That he could let his guard down and trust.
He was wrong.
As Aziraphale slums down on the bed his SFC clatters to the floor, face up. He looks worn and tired, his face actually showing the centuries he's been alive. But then he crumbles, elbows resting on his legs, face pressed into his hands.
He can't even cry it hurts so much. He can't even kick the SFC away; he's lost in himself, and he doesn't want to be found. ]
Missing in the darkness, vanished without a trace, with only the memories and photographs to fill an empty place.
[ It's quiet and sad, and completely and utterly broken. The words come out as little stutters, breaks between them as the person does all that he can to bite back the emotions. This is why. This is why it paid ill to befriend mortals - to befriend anyone. It's why Crowley was the only one he had trusted, at home, but here? He had thought it was different. That he could let his guard down and trust.
He was wrong.
As Aziraphale slums down on the bed his SFC clatters to the floor, face up. He looks worn and tired, his face actually showing the centuries he's been alive. But then he crumbles, elbows resting on his legs, face pressed into his hands.
He can't even cry it hurts so much. He can't even kick the SFC away; he's lost in himself, and he doesn't want to be found. ]