[Aziraphale had been making certain that none of his personal things had been discovered. How would Crowley or Muriel reacted if they had found the ever growing assortment of his private journals? Aziraphale didn't even want to imagine it. There were just some things he wasn't ready for Crowley to know about.
But it didn't take him long to make certain they were still safe and sound. Coming back to seek out his companion, he found the shop surprisingly lacking his demon counterpart. He frowned and moved to search his pockets for his own cellphone - Crowley had insisted he get one just in case. Pressing the button to call Crowley there wasn't an answer.
Rinse, repeat.
Crossing the street he checked in with Nina then Maggie - even Mrs. Sandwich but no one had seen him. Had something happened? Had he gotten annoyed waiting? But the Bentley was there and that must have meant he was planning on just briefly popping out, surely?
He spent the whole night looking for Crowley until dark even then though every light in the shop was on and the angel was pacing the floor watching, waiting. It was worrying to not be able to get ahold of Crowley.
By nightfall? That worry had morphed into anxiety and panic. The dawn of the next day found Aziraphale beside himself, fear clawing at his insides.
He was in the back, biting at his thumb trying to figure out some way to located his demon. Hearing the bell he turned swiftly walking towards the door. He wasn't in danger he was in distress.]
Crowley!?
[He hurried to his side and reached out touching his cheek. Worried, the angel was looking him over with teary eyes. It was obvious to him that someone had gotten hold of him and hurt him.]
Oh, Crowley-dear, What did they do? We - we should get you cleaned up and tended.
This is lovely thank you.
But it didn't take him long to make certain they were still safe and sound. Coming back to seek out his companion, he found the shop surprisingly lacking his demon counterpart. He frowned and moved to search his pockets for his own cellphone - Crowley had insisted he get one just in case. Pressing the button to call Crowley there wasn't an answer.
Rinse, repeat.
Crossing the street he checked in with Nina then Maggie - even Mrs. Sandwich but no one had seen him. Had something happened? Had he gotten annoyed waiting? But the Bentley was there and that must have meant he was planning on just briefly popping out, surely?
He spent the whole night looking for Crowley until dark even then though every light in the shop was on and the angel was pacing the floor watching, waiting. It was worrying to not be able to get ahold of Crowley.
By nightfall? That worry had morphed into anxiety and panic.
The dawn of the next day found Aziraphale beside himself, fear clawing at his insides.
He was in the back, biting at his thumb trying to figure out some way to located his demon. Hearing the bell he turned swiftly walking towards the door. He wasn't in danger he was in distress.]
Crowley!?
[He hurried to his side and reached out touching his cheek. Worried, the angel was looking him over with teary eyes. It was obvious to him that someone had gotten hold of him and hurt him.]
Oh, Crowley-dear, What did they do? We - we should get you cleaned up and tended.