Bad Pennies

Sep 25, 2011 18:50



Title: Bad Pennies
Author: clodia_metelli.
Characters: Adam Young, Death.
Rating: PG (character death).
Book/Source: Good Omens
Disclaimer: No profit is being made from this.
Summary: Adam Young dies. Repeatedly.
Wordcount: 800

Adam Young was twelve when Death came for the first time )

char: famine, char: war, fandom: good omens, char: horsepersons, char: death (go), fanfic, char: adam young, whimsy, char: pestilence, author: frivolous twin, fic: bad pennies, random

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curiouswombat September 25 2011, 19:26:23 UTC
This reminded me of two things - firstly that I really must read Good Omens again, I haven't read it for a while. Secondly, though, it brought back memories of just such a pub brawl!

I remember my then boyfriend pushing me into a corner and standing in front of me - and thinking that, as the participants seemed to be mainly middle-aged working class Geordies, it might have been better for me to stand in front of him as they would never hit a woman if they could avoid it!

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clodia_metelli September 26 2011, 08:21:28 UTC
It's never a bad time to reread Good Omens. And that sounds like a nervous moment! Good for your then boyfriend (if maybe not for his instincts for self-preservation).

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possibly_thrice September 25 2011, 21:30:41 UTC
Yesssssss.

“Huh,” he said, ruminatively.

Oh, Adam.

He had gone there to meet Pepper, due home from Russia that week, and for once was not the centre of attention. “Be inconspicuous,” she had hissed at him, the last time they had met up in a bar, “can’t you be inconspicuous just this once in your life?”

Oh, Pepper.

Death’s robes were full of stars. Adam remembered the angel’s wings unfolding like Jacob’s ladder dropping out of the heavens. All around, the walls of the bedroom were fading into the dark haze of an endless desert.

And this is plain beautiful.

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Technically the ship is Death/all mortals clodia_metelli September 26 2011, 08:22:35 UTC
(I'm sure you can see where it fits in here, although I was stealing time from Shrine and couldn't be bothered to crowbar it in.)

Thankssssssssssssss. <3

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wormwood_7 September 27 2011, 09:42:09 UTC
Death’s robes were full of stars. Adam remembered the angel’s wings unfolding like Jacob’s ladder dropping out of the heavens. All around, the walls of the bedroom were fading into the dark haze of an endless desert.

That is lovely :)
An elegant and evocative piece, as always.

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clodia_metelli September 27 2011, 20:06:41 UTC
Thank you! As always, I'm so glad you liked it. (I was procrastinating on writing something else, naturally, or it might have been a shade longer.)

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