005 ☨ sorry seems to be the hardest word
Characters: Aziraphale and Alice?.
Location: Their apartment.
Time: Late afternoon.
Style: First for speed but I AM SURE WE CAN TL;DR.
Status: Closed like a angsty is sad.
[ Aziraphale didn't bother counting how many days it had been since Sanae had left Vatheon. He knew that counting the days would do nothing more than make the pain worse; he knew that from experience and it was a sting in his heart to know that time had passed without him knowing. He was an angel, thousands of years old, but nothing had been as personally hurtful as this had been. Wars, genocide, humanity - it had all hurt, it had all damaged his heart, but this had damaged the part of him that he had kept safe. The deepest depths that he had wanted to protect from the darkness of the world.
He stepped out form his room, glancing around the larger living space for Alice. He had been trying his best to be a source of comfort for the boy, but he knew that his own weariness and sadness had taken it's toll on them both - and vice versa. They could do nothing more than sit in their pain, understanding but being unable to heal it. He shook his head at the empty room and glanced towards the boy's door - he assumed he was in there. Hopefully, the angel thought to himself, sleeping. Alice hadn't been sleeping well since San- since He had left.
Turning from the main room, Aziraphale wandered into the kitchen and went through the automatic process of making tea. Kettle, bags, sugar, mugs, spoon - it was a process to take his mind off the flurry of thoughts but it was so monotonous, so old that he couldn't stop himself from wondering and wishing. Wondering if he had wanted to leave, and wishing he would come back. Not just for himself (though, he admitted a little selfishly, he wouldn't exactly protest) but for Alice. Alice needed him more than Aziraphale ever had. When the kettle was near boiling he tore himself away from the kitchen, moving to the door of Alice's room and knocking politely. ]
Alice... Would you like some tea?
Location: Their apartment.
Time: Late afternoon.
Style: First for speed but I AM SURE WE CAN TL;DR.
Status: Closed like a angsty is sad.
[ Aziraphale didn't bother counting how many days it had been since Sanae had left Vatheon. He knew that counting the days would do nothing more than make the pain worse; he knew that from experience and it was a sting in his heart to know that time had passed without him knowing. He was an angel, thousands of years old, but nothing had been as personally hurtful as this had been. Wars, genocide, humanity - it had all hurt, it had all damaged his heart, but this had damaged the part of him that he had kept safe. The deepest depths that he had wanted to protect from the darkness of the world.
He stepped out form his room, glancing around the larger living space for Alice. He had been trying his best to be a source of comfort for the boy, but he knew that his own weariness and sadness had taken it's toll on them both - and vice versa. They could do nothing more than sit in their pain, understanding but being unable to heal it. He shook his head at the empty room and glanced towards the boy's door - he assumed he was in there. Hopefully, the angel thought to himself, sleeping. Alice hadn't been sleeping well since San- since He had left.
Turning from the main room, Aziraphale wandered into the kitchen and went through the automatic process of making tea. Kettle, bags, sugar, mugs, spoon - it was a process to take his mind off the flurry of thoughts but it was so monotonous, so old that he couldn't stop himself from wondering and wishing. Wondering if he had wanted to leave, and wishing he would come back. Not just for himself (though, he admitted a little selfishly, he wouldn't exactly protest) but for Alice. Alice needed him more than Aziraphale ever had. When the kettle was near boiling he tore himself away from the kitchen, moving to the door of Alice's room and knocking politely. ]
Alice... Would you like some tea?