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    After surviving the fall, Will finds he has far fewer hesitations about joining Hannibal than he would have guessed. Character death, but not Will or Hannibal.

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    13 Oct 2019

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    “Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault.

    Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap.

    When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks.

    Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

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    07 Sep 2019

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    This is light speed in comparison to the last few centuries of their relationship, but Crowley is barely holding on to his patience.

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    05 Sep 2019

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    All their roads have led them here.

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    14 Aug 2019

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    In the South Downs sits a cottage. It’s the type of cottage one would expect to find in East Sussex: small and homely and possessing a well-kept, if somewhat scruffy, garden. And while it always gives a pleasant, well lived-in feeling to passersby, an observant individual would note that it is only ever occupied on weekends and certain bank holidays. It would take a truly occult observer, however, to realize that it was, in fact, the home of an angel and a demon.

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    08 Aug 2019