âI say, didnât you have a sword before?â the demon asked, noting its absence for the first time.
âSword? Me?â Crowley repeated, as if surprised by the question. âNo,â he continued, though not very convincingly, and after a moment spent attempting to ignore the demonâs baffled skepticism, finally added, ââŚwell, yes. Alright. Mightâve done.â
When the angel didnât elaborate, seeming to find the spectacle of the oncoming storm of greater interest than their conversation, Aziraphale asked in a polite yet pointed tone, âWell, what happened to it? Not the sort of thing to walk off on their own, swords; even the flaming ones.â
Finally, Crowley glanced sidelong at his companion and found the demon gazing at him quite steadily with his unnerving golden eyes and the air of a person that could go on doing so all day. âOh alright, I gave it away! There, happy now?â the angel admitted with a sound of disgust as he gestured out towards the sand wastes were, if one knew where to look, a couple could be seen trekking along a dune, flaming sword in hand.
Whatever answer Aziraphale had been expecting, that certainly hadnât been it. Neither was the irked, almost flustered explanation that followed and ended with the angel sulkily contemplating the distant horizon once more in what the demon found himself thinking was a rather adorable attempt at ignoring him.
A huff of laughter broke the strained quiet that stretched between them and, without giving it a second thought, Aziraphale remarked, âThat was⌠very kind of you.â
â¨((Color? What is color? I still have no freaking clue, lol. Have some more Demon Aziraphale from my omen swap au anyways XD ))