Sparkly: A/C

Apr 25, 2006 21:01

"...Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to,
Waterloo, knowing the train's here at quarter to..."

He whirled around and pointed a shaking finger at the angel.

"Sing that one more time and the bookshop's up in flames. I mean it." Aziraphale widened his eyes slightly, attempting to look hurt, but he couldn't quite conceal the tilt to his lips.

"Now now, Crowley, there's no need to be grumpy with me. It was your idea to take the Underground, you know."

"Yes, well, I wanted a change. I did not want "Mama Mia" to let out just as we got to the bloody station."

"Mama mia.." said the angel, thoughtfully.

"And you're all sparkly from where that girl kissed you." If he'd hoped to provoke a blush, however, he was thwarted. Aziraphale just frowned slightly, looking distant.

"...mama mia..."

Crowley stepped closer, traced a thumb across Aziraphale's cheekbone, where the traces of the girl's glitter lipstick still remained. The angel looked at him, eyes wide, dawning realisation on his face.

"...mama mia let me go! Of course, that's where I've heard it before. Beelzebub has a devil put aside for yoooooou..."

aziraphale/crowley, good omens, drabble

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