you can't fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling

[neptune_sleuth]

So she'd spent the weekend as a hyperactive child, as Little Mary Sunshine, as Suzie Homemaker. So she'd told Logan she wanted babies, and implied that they ought to be his. That didn't mean she had to wallow. Veronica Mars had been there and done that, and she had every intention of moving on

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[flash_demon]

Crowley was out for a stroll, surveying this new place in this new body when he heard a noise above him and looked up. There was a girl. In a tree.

How queer...and somehow a complete reversal of how things should be.

He pulled out a cigarette, still too many on hand to bother to count, and he lit it with a flash of a silver lighter. It clinked shut and he took a deep drag before smirking, letting the words roll out and coil upwards with the smoke.

"So, blondes grow on trees here, what?"

[neptune_sleuth]

"You must be new if you haven't figured that out yet." Veronica grinned down at him, sliding down to sit on a branch, legs swinging. The smoke didn't bother her itself, even if it brought back memories of her mother. "Blondes are the principal crop on Tabula Rasa."

[flash_demon]

"Smashing. I've already picked one, but Gluttony always had a place in the cockles. What's your name, luv? I'm Crowley."

He smiled, something almost sinister lying just behind his lips. The sunglasses he wore were dark enough to hide his eyes, but other than that, everything about him was pure flash, from his silk shirt and tie to his snakeskin shoes glinting in the dappled light.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica raised an eyebrow, considering the man. "Veronica," she answered. There was no use in lying around here. "And if you're running around picking blondes, I think I'll stay in the tree." She was grinning, though. He was interesting, and Veronica gave points for interesting these days.

[flash_demon]

"He sort of picked me up around about the beginning, my dear Veronica. If you'll not come down," he said as he pressed the fag tightly between his lips and reached up, snaking his way up the tree and taking a branch across from her...sort of. "I'll come up. One must be civilised when conversing or there's nothing left but savagry and kippers."

[neptune_sleuth]

"Well, we wouldn't want to be left with only kippers," Veronica said agreeably. She wasn't actually entirely certain what kippers were, but she was under the impression that they were fish, and that wasn't all that appealing. "What do you mean, about the beginning?"

[flash_demon]

He blinked behind his glasses and the cigarette dangled from his lips flaccidly before he snatched it away and leaned forward. "THE Beginning, yes? Genesis? In the Beginning, God created the Heaven and Earth and all that rot? Aziraphale and I have known each other quite a long time."

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica raised an eyebrow, expression doubtful. Her ability to believe had stretched to ridiculous lengths since her arrival on the island, but that was too much for her. "I thought I was being an angel all weekend," she said wryly, "but you're the real thing, huh?"

Definitely didn't look like an angel.

[flash_demon]

"At one time. Fell in with a rough crowd. Rebels, all of them...thought it might be a spot of fun, yeah? Got me evicted, it did."

He took another drag and leaned forward carefully, offering his hand.

"Anthony J. Crowley, formerly a demon. Fallen angel. Still a flash bastard, and you nailed it the first time. Recent arrival."

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica laughed incredulously, taking the hand and giving it a firm shake. "Nice to know my instincts are still good." She shook her head slightly, expression wondering. "I keep thinking this place doesn't get any stranger, and it always proves me wrong."

[flash_demon]

"Spice of life, I imagine. What were you before here, then? Witch? Prostitute? I was always partial to waitresses. Hard working ladies, and always worth talking to."

He grinned, proud of himself for being so nice to her. Now that he was human, it seemed he had a bit more tolerance for chit-chat.

[neptune_sleuth]

"Detective," she said, pleased for the first time since her arrival to have something suitably interesting to offer up. "But witch would have made an interesting change."

[flash_demon]

"Only if you were a real one. Professional decendant type, not those fruitcakes with crystals and insence and all the moonblood power. We had a word for that sort long ago."

He began to chuckle, smoke puffing out enough to make him look like a locomotive.

"We called them virgins. Which was far less interesting than detective. What do you detect, pet?"

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica shrugged. "Not much anymore. It used to be the usual, though - cheating spouses, blackmailers, that kind of thing. Bounty hunting pays the rent." She scoffed softly. Funny, she'd never expected to miss it.

"Exciting, but not necessarily fun. So what does a fallen angel do anyway?"

[flash_demon]

"Mess people around mostly. Find out what they want and give 'em a little nudge in the wrong direction. Mostly, I messed on the large scale. Interrupting phone service, geneerating bad traffic. Little annoyances that spread a general bad mood. People do wicked things when they're mad."

It was actually a little funny, the way he was so droll about it all.

"It was just a job."

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica's lower lip jutted out just a little bit in a "huh" kind of expression. It made a lot of sense, actually. "I always knew my bad cell phone reception was unholy work," she joked, grinning. "So you just got stuck with it?"