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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Sirius stands at the bar, facing Aziraphael. His eyes are no longer pitch black; slowly, they are beginning to fade to pale grey.

Bar-nard is hurt.

Someone hurt my bar.

If I fix it, will you kill them?

He strokes the bar soothingly, fingers never leaving its surface.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael flushes pink and reaches out to ghost his fingers over the shirt above the wound, apologetically*

[aj_crawley]

*he raises an eyebrow, smirking faintly*