006 ☨ protect you from any fight
Characters: Aziraphale, a café and vatheon!
Location: A small café that looks nothing like Sanae's
Time: Early evening
Style: First?
Status: OPEN ;///;
[ Aziraphale knew he should have expected what had happened, but that didn't make it easier. In fact, it made it worse - a million times worse. The broken hope was rushing through him, but he had no way to grasp onto it. He knew that the liklihood of Sanae coming a third time was second to none and that was hard to accept. He didn't want to accept it - to pretend everything was acceptable and well was so much easier for the angel.
Coping with the pain was harder. Aziraphale had evacuated his home, unable to stand in the room and remember the image of Sanae laughing and hovering around. He fled the familiar areas and found himself sitting in an unfamiliar cafe with a drink in front of him - but he didn't touch it. He just sat and stared at it, as though the rather lovely wine would answer all his problems (it had before, he thought with a wry smile, but those were problems that could be forgotten. This couldn't). Beside the wine a piece of paper sat innocently and every now and then Aziraphale would lift it and read before placing it back on the table with a choked sigh.
Hours could have flown by and the angel wouldn't have noticed; he was lost in his own little world. ]
Location: A small café that looks nothing like Sanae's
Time: Early evening
Style: First?
Status: OPEN ;///;
[ Aziraphale knew he should have expected what had happened, but that didn't make it easier. In fact, it made it worse - a million times worse. The broken hope was rushing through him, but he had no way to grasp onto it. He knew that the liklihood of Sanae coming a third time was second to none and that was hard to accept. He didn't want to accept it - to pretend everything was acceptable and well was so much easier for the angel.
Coping with the pain was harder. Aziraphale had evacuated his home, unable to stand in the room and remember the image of Sanae laughing and hovering around. He fled the familiar areas and found himself sitting in an unfamiliar cafe with a drink in front of him - but he didn't touch it. He just sat and stared at it, as though the rather lovely wine would answer all his problems (it had before, he thought with a wry smile, but those were problems that could be forgotten. This couldn't). Beside the wine a piece of paper sat innocently and every now and then Aziraphale would lift it and read before placing it back on the table with a choked sigh.
Hours could have flown by and the angel wouldn't have noticed; he was lost in his own little world. ]