Muse Nation

Aziraphale watched Crowley stride away from the bandstand. He'd regretted the words 'it's over' as soon as they left his mouth. They had been together, as friends, and as enemies, for thousands of years. Definitely more as friends. More than that, everything they'd done, they'd done together, especially breaking rules. They were part of each other. And those stupid words might have put paid to everything.

He took a step after Crowley's retreating form, still black and even in his anger with a little bit of swagger. He'd always known him anywhere, no matter what clothes, what hair or what time, from the drawl of his voice and the way he held himself. And that could have been ended, with three tiny words. That frightened him almost as much as what else was to come.