"Yeah, well," Gabriel muttered, "it's got a whole lot of earmarks I'm familiar with." Even though he didn't have to look away, he did anyway, because this was so much like the things he had once done. The things he probably would still do.
Just desserts.
Except he'd stood up to Lucifer and been killed, wasn't that enough of a payback? And Aziraphale was such a damned Daddy's pet, as much as was possible without being a self-righteous dick--what could he possibly be punished for. That was the only difference, the archangel consoled himself. The punishment wasn't fitting the crime.
Abruptly there was the empty space of another street to his side; he put his hand down on nothing and stumbled. His foot kicked the corner of the wall and he started to tip over, swearing viciously and hands shooting out for something to steady him.
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Just desserts.
Except he'd stood up to Lucifer and been killed, wasn't that enough of a payback? And Aziraphale was such a damned Daddy's pet, as much as was possible without being a self-righteous dick--what could he possibly be punished for. That was the only difference, the archangel consoled himself. The punishment wasn't fitting the crime.
Abruptly there was the empty space of another street to his side; he put his hand down on nothing and stumbled. His foot kicked the corner of the wall and he started to tip over, swearing viciously and hands shooting out for something to steady him.