fic: shadows of an incomplete whole (The West Wing/HDM fusion)

[magisterequitum]

title: shadows of an incomplete whole
characters: ensemble
rating: pg
summary: in which everyone gets a daemon; no really.
author's notes: every fandom should have a daemon AU/His Dark Materials fusion. you get a daemon and you get a daemon, everyone gets a daemon! This runs through Season Two basically from the top to the end; my only regret is that

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[miawkitten]

He stood in the aisle, held the cigarette to his lips and inhaled one long pull, and then blew out. Smoke drifted up towards the ceiling of the church.

A stir of wind by his face and she was off, circling high, her glossy wings catching the light from the stained glass windows, colors like gems on her blue-black feathers.

Angry, he was so angry, and he let it loose.

The words tumbled forward, sarcastic in the beginning and his formed his speech. “Gratias tibi ago, domine.” His voice rose, louder and louder till the church echoed and returned his vitriol. “Haec credam a deo pio, a deo justo, a deo scito?”

He threw his hands outward, disgusted.

“Cruciatus in crucem.”

Bared his teeth, snarled at the front dais, towards the pulpit, as if he was speaking to God standing there at the pew.

“Tuus in terra servus, nuntius fui. Officium perfeci.”

Two steps forward.

“Cruciatus in crucem,” he waved his hand, turned away. “Eas in crucem.”

She cawed loudly, swooping down towards him as he walked away. She landed on his shoulder, a familiar weight, the dry rustling of her wings as she settled.

“You get Hoynes!”

I am quoting all of it. BECAUSE IT'S PERFECT.

ASDFGHJKL SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS. SO. MUCH.

[magisterequitum]

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