i'll bet you all thought i was dead...
...okay, not really.
The honeymoon was fantastic; married life is a blast. We've relocated, and I'm enjoying life in Richmond, VA now. It's certainly warmer than it is in Baltimore.
Here is a little silly thing that's been kicking around in my head for a while. Thanks go to lferion for looking it over before I inflicted it upon the list at large. More serious fic updates will follow shortly; i.e., as soon as Amanda and I have finished unpacking. She seems to enjoy it for some strange reason; I loathe it, but we make sacrifices for love.
Crowley had passed a thoroughly enjoyable day in Santa Barbara (by making sure that any number of people had not ). Sharing a glass of wine with Aziraphale (who was in California strictly to balance Crowley's presence, as they'd both recently decided the Arrangement required) seemed the perfect cap to the evening. When he heard the shrieking, he knew it was only going to get better. He looked around, quickly spotting the source of the commotion.
"Oh, look, Aziraphale," he said, not bothering to disguise the glee in his voice: "Someone's having a seizure."
The angel gave him a disapproving look over the top of those ridiculous spectacles he insisted on wearing.
"And all those people have just decided to stand around and do nothing? Really, Crowley!"
"I'm not doing anything!"
"I refuse to believe tha-- oh. Never mind. He's faking."
"Well, that's disappointing."
"He's pretending to be psychic." Aziraphale sniffed. "I can't say that I approve."
"No? Hmm." Crowley made a complicated gesture with his fingers under the table. "Well. That's taken care of, then."
"What did you do?!"
"Look, angel, you're the one who --"
"Crowley!"
"Well, let's just say he's not faking any longer."
~Fin~