Fallen: Islington/Crowley, Crowley/Aziraphale
He touched the surface of the water with gentle fingers, and ripples spread out to the edges of the pool, distorting the reflections of the candle flames. He concentrated.
A room appeared, a bed, two forms entwined… the contrast of dark and light was so beautiful in this most exquisite of sacrileges. He watched the reflection of a place far away, and sighed. Even his expression of anger and jealousy was beautiful- he was, after all, an angel.
“Crowley,” he murmured, “I followed you down. Why didn’t you wait for me?”
As he left, the candles extinguished themselves behind him.
A room appeared, a bed, two forms entwined… the contrast of dark and light was so beautiful in this most exquisite of sacrileges. He watched the reflection of a place far away, and sighed. Even his expression of anger and jealousy was beautiful- he was, after all, an angel.
“Crowley,” he murmured, “I followed you down. Why didn’t you wait for me?”
As he left, the candles extinguished themselves behind him.