madrabbitsociety: Aziraphale meandered his way through the darkening city streets, pondering the str
madrabbitsociety: Aziraphale meandered his way through the darkening city streets, pondering the strange Tony and his bouquets of brilliant flowers. He was in no rush. With no family waiting for him, not even a fish to feed, there was no deadline for being in his flat. His brain, unused to having so much free time, had decided to latch on to everything he’d been avoiding. He may have to concede to Anathema that he’d been using work as an excuse to avoid dealing with his personal problems.Michael was gone. Aziraphale was, as always, alone. But that wasn’t anything new.He briefly considered stopping for a bite to eat, but there was some leftover curry in his refrigerator and the idea of eating alone in a restaurant- something he normally enjoyed and didn’t bat an eye at- seemed to echo his melancholy. It seemed to point out to him in a glaring way, “No one wants you. No one wants to eat with you. This is your life, old man.” And so his leather-soled Oxfords shhh’d against the pavement as they carried him home instead of towards one of his favorite little cafes. His mind didn’t want to focus on food anyway. Not when there were large, rainbow colored sprays of flowers and devastatingly handsome delivery men who seemed content to wile away an afternoon listening to children’s stories at the library to think about. It all felt so delicately effervescent, the bubbles in a crisp glass of lemonade, perhaps.There was light from under the door of his flat, he noticed. He paused, with his key in hand, as he wondered what he should do. If it was a burglar, he should probably call the authorities. If it wasn’t a burglar, it was probably best not to prolong what was waiting for him.((next chapter on Ao3)) -- source link