Dust coated the serpent's throat as he poked his head under his bed, hitting it on the box spring when he pulled out. "Ow!" Crowley dragged a tattered box into the center of his floor. Its tape was off-centered and rather overdone, reminding the demon of when he'd shoved Aziraphales things away in a fit of rage. Crowley shoved a kitchen knife through the cardboard hem. Eagerly, he opened the box, and many books lined the bottom. The box consisted of other personal items, though, that Crowley hadn't remembered seeing before. An unopened quill, inkpots,
baking recipes, and other knick knacks. The demon sighed, leaning against the wall and reading the pretty notes scrawled inside the cook book pages. Crowley then reached a binder with complete blank pages. He raised a brow and scanned through it to make sure it was truly all blank. With a huff, he looked out the window and set the binder in his lap. The sunlight was rather warm on Crowley's skin. The demon looked down, and the page was now full of Aziraphales cursive writing in red ink. It appeared to be some sort of letter. Impressed and intrigued,
Crowley began to read the words that had been hidden only moments ago.
Dearest Crowley,
If you've found this, you're nosey but intelligent. I used invisible ink to conceal the text you lay your beautiful eyes upon. I never intended to hand you what's to come in this letter out of bashfulness, but I guess you've got me cornered now. I love you, Crowley, and I can't bring myself to say it. I know it's not morally wrong to love, and I know you're a good person deep down. Heaven scares me, though. If they found out I had romantic feelings for a demon, I could get in a huge amount of trouble, and you know how I hate paperwork.
But I also hate hiding from the truth. I am hiding from you, darling. I love your golden eyes and red hair, your smirkish smile, and your sarcastic glare. You make me mad at how free you live, but I adore it. I adore the adrenaline I get when we go on an adventure. I'm a man of the rulebook, but you make me want to break everything. I've left by the time you read, and I'm sorry. I promise I'll return. Everything just got too scary. Too real. I hope you are happy.
I probably am not. In fact, I know I'm not.
My heaven is you, dear; your soul and mine are intertwined. Please kiss some sense into me, for I have no idea what I'm doing. Touch me, for even angels have unholy thoughts too. I was such a fool to leave. Fuck, I love you.
Your angel, Aziraphale
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Heaven isn't as wonderful ||Good Omens FanFiction||
Fanfiction(Inspired by the song Heaven :FINNEAS) Crowley was left on earth, only to watch it burn slowly. Without Aziraphale everything and everyone was meaningless. After only two short years of being Supreme Archangel, Azira's worries became increasingly wo...
