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ineffableangel

One demon in particular, thinks the angel.

Jul 13, 2005 20:04

Aziraphale can tell when the clouds knit together that the storm is a demon-binger. A demon-binger, for those unused to Aziraphale's world, is like a harbinger, only far more loud, dangerous, and unsubtle. Well, perhaps unsubtle is the wrong word. This demon can be very subtle when he wants to be ( Read more... )

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h8_ineffability July 14 2005, 05:07:23 UTC

The Bentley pulled up outside the shop and Crowley slid out with casual, boneless grace. He didn't bother locking the door. He knew nobody would steal the Bentley, so, of course, nobody ever did. He strolled up to the door and opened it. If it had been locked before, it wasn't now.

"Angel? Are you actually here this time?"

ineffableangel July 14 2005, 05:23:30 UTC

Aziraphale felt a large smile start on his face and quickly ducked his head. It wouldn't do entirely to let Crowley see how happy he was to see him. Well, it wouldn't do to let Crowley see the sheer extent of his happiness. He was an angel, after all.

"My dear, when was I not here?" he asked, blue eyes wide and innocent and twinkling. He itched to stand up and hug the demon properly, and make sure he was all right, but it- well. He was nervous.

There were books open on the desk in front of him, as always, and an abandoned cup of tea, but Aziraphale paid no attention to them, only to the figure in his entrance way.

"My dear Crowley," he murmured to himself.

h8_ineffability July 14 2005, 06:02:01 UTC

"Just the other night when I stopped by and you were nowhere to be found," Crowley said, not buying the wide-eyed innocence for a second. Aziraphale was an angel, yes, but he wasn't that...nauseating.

He stepped all the way into the shop, closing the door behind him. Aziraphale at his desk with books and tea... the dim shop... the angel's simple presence... It was comfortable. Familiar. ...Home? "I had some business in America, it took longer than I was expecting."

ineffableangel July 14 2005, 06:15:04 UTC

He wore an expression of considerable embarrassment and a deep blush that stained his fair cheeks. "Oh, yes, well. That night. Rosie - a witch, don't mind her, she's lovely - was hosting a casual party, and she's been so kind I could never turn that down. Oh, dear, I am sorry for that, Crowley ( ... )

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