For Want of Reality

“You know there’s no going back after this. Gabriel will never take you in again. We can still live like this… together.” Aziraphale’s hand ghosted over the seal that held the world from the thinned man. Crowley’s face twitched as soft, cared fingers pressed into years old scarring.A weary sigh fell past the soft-haired man’s lips, weighted with the consequences of his decision. The unseen blade was cradled in thin, calloused fingers. The rough handle took on the heat of its holder, generously giving back as his palm grew cold. “I’m sorry, angel. But I need answers.”