Good Omens Drabbles again
Two Good Omens Drabbles, because I have enough arms for 100 words at a time ^^;
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but in times like these it's important that we share <3
Rating: I managed a G \o/
Warnings and spoilers: No warnings. It's alright. It's safe here. Spoilers only for this.
Summary: 1. There is quiet in safety. 2. It's alright, as long as you're alright.
Note: I owe eeemails ;_______; Sorry. Pandemics fuck with my sleep, apparently? And that oumphs the pain levels up in a really drastic way. 200 words at a time is my max ^^; But hey
fadagaski's well again which is the good news I needed =)
1.
Aziraphale talks. He thinks of it as a character flaw but doesn't know how to stop it; in a moment of pause, the words just come out as if a tap has been turned on to gush. It takes so long to explain anything from the beginning and everything must be explained from the beginning or they won't understand and there'll be trouble and he knows he's always in trouble he feels in his throat how much trouble he has always -
"Ssshh," Crowley breathes, like a snake, and strokes his neck. "Ssshhhh."
The words, like a lake, lay still.
2.
They rowed before the lockdown about where to lock down. Aziraphale can't conceive of not being with his books (he's already lost them once) and Crowley insisted that plants left alone have the temerity to die despite all threat. Six thousand years alone, they don't always know how to unbend. Six thousand years, how are they so childish as to have locked themselves into being alone again?
The phone rings, his fingers are plucking the cord, his stomach feels plucked like a harp string and Crowley says, "What."
But he softens, the dear, for one moment softening the entire world.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but in times like these it's important that we share <3
Rating: I managed a G \o/
Warnings and spoilers: No warnings. It's alright. It's safe here. Spoilers only for this.
Summary: 1. There is quiet in safety. 2. It's alright, as long as you're alright.
Note: I owe eeemails ;_______; Sorry. Pandemics fuck with my sleep, apparently? And that oumphs the pain levels up in a really drastic way. 200 words at a time is my max ^^; But hey
fadagaski's well again which is the good news I needed =)
1.
Aziraphale talks. He thinks of it as a character flaw but doesn't know how to stop it; in a moment of pause, the words just come out as if a tap has been turned on to gush. It takes so long to explain anything from the beginning and everything must be explained from the beginning or they won't understand and there'll be trouble and he knows he's always in trouble he feels in his throat how much trouble he has always -
"Ssshh," Crowley breathes, like a snake, and strokes his neck. "Ssshhhh."
The words, like a lake, lay still.
2.
They rowed before the lockdown about where to lock down. Aziraphale can't conceive of not being with his books (he's already lost them once) and Crowley insisted that plants left alone have the temerity to die despite all threat. Six thousand years alone, they don't always know how to unbend. Six thousand years, how are they so childish as to have locked themselves into being alone again?
The phone rings, his fingers are plucking the cord, his stomach feels plucked like a harp string and Crowley says, "What."
But he softens, the dear, for one moment softening the entire world.