Drabbles: Nice Day for a White Wedding; Long Weekend (Good Omens)
Nice Day for A White Wedding
“I do hope the weather stays good for those nice young people’s wedding,” Aziraphale said.
“Whose?” Crowley said, wondering if anyone would mind if he became a snake and coiled up more comfortably in the sun.
“The prince and his fiancée, of course.”
“Oh, them. I suppose he’s all right, if you like giant lizards in human form.”
“The House of Windsor are not giant lizards!”
“I know cold-blooded creatures when I see them,” Crowley said. “And that sports-writer agrees with me.”
“What does he know?” Aziraphale sniffed.
Crowley hoped he never read the acknowledgements pages of David Icke’s books.
Long Weekend
“I’m going to bed and I’m not getting up till after the weekend,” Crowley said. “Don’t bother calling.”
“Pathetic,” Aziraphale muttered. “You do this every year, then scour the shops for half-price Easter eggs.”
“Don’t confuse my sophisticated palate with your chocolate habit,” Crowley said, miffed.
“And you eat them whole. You dislocate your jaw to swallow as many as possible at once. I’ve seen you, don’t bother denying it.”
Crowley wondered if sulking was also pathetic, then decided he didn’t care.
“I’m off.”
“I’ll buy lunch on Sunday,” Aziraphale wheedled.
“I might be awake by noon,” Crowley said magnanimously.