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Jan 03, 2006 21:52

Of course, the sensible thing to do, making his way back from Wash's room, would be to make his way back to his office. Helpfully central, comfortably be-couched, and quite ridiculously - well, holy. Which could very well be what he needs to shift this blasted headache.

The sensible option is something one learns when to ignore, over the course of six and a half thousand years, give or take.

Sunset is almost done, and Aziraphael's laying in the grass under an apple tree, hands laced across his stomach, looking up at the gently shifting leaves. The trees look taller, from the ground. Older.

Almost like back home.

He's getting leaves in his hair.
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