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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 15:32:31 GMT -5
"You are not allowed out of my sight ever again," *she said, leaning against him and burying her face in his shoulder as if they were children again.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 15:38:57 GMT -5
"Rishka-" he began, but that was as far as he got, because in trying to take a step backward he tripped on the rug and fell, with Marishka landing on top of him.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 15, 2008 16:33:23 GMT -5
*Aziraphale chose that, the perfect moment, to come check on Herbert.*
"Herbert, are you all-"
*He stopped, his hand still on the doorknob and was rendered speechless for a moment. Marishka scrambled off of Herbert, all too aware of how bad this looked.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 16:37:24 GMT -5
"Aziraphale!" Herbert gasped.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 15, 2008 16:44:29 GMT -5
"What is this?!"
*He didn't need to ask- he knew exactly what this was. He'd always feared, deep down, that Herbert would do the same thing to him that Crowley had; be content with him until a new, more attractive person came along. And with his own cousin, who looked almost like a child herself-*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 16:50:29 GMT -5
"She wanted to see if I'd hurt myself up here- and then the topic strayed to the scars- I tripped- please don't look at me like that-"
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 15, 2008 16:56:13 GMT -5
"That's all?" *he asked skeptically, looking a terrible cross between hurt and angry.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 17:03:36 GMT -5
"I promise you-" Herbert blurted, an excess of white showing in his eyes, like a frightened animal.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 15, 2008 20:00:45 GMT -5
"You promise-"
*He swallowed, nodding.*
"I'm going downstairs."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 20:05:25 GMT -5
"Zira, wait-"
Ignoring Marishka for the moment, he grabbed his shirt and scrambled after Aziraphale, barely getting the shirt back over the head by the time he was downstairs again.
"Aziraphale, I swear I wasn't doing- you know..."
He was so panicked and desperate that he had switched to German instead of the rather awkwardly pronounced English he usually used around Aziraphale.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 15, 2008 20:10:14 GMT -5
"That is very much what it looked like, Herbert," *he replied in German, but with a pronounced british accent.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 20:11:24 GMT -5
"I told you, I tripped- look, my trousers aren't even undone-"
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 15, 2008 20:15:37 GMT -5
*He looked, and they were indeed done up, but that proved nothing. Would Herbert really have done that to him, though? In the time that they'd been together, Herbert had been nothing if not faithful.
He sighed and nodded.*
"All right."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 20:29:24 GMT -5
What happened next could only be described as the most anxious glomp in the history of glomping.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 15, 2008 20:44:34 GMT -5
*He struggled for balance and with the help of the counter managed to keep the two of them upright.*
"I overreacted. I apologize-"
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