"It wasn't any of your business! Over a hundred years ago we didn't have this, we weren't- well. We're not now, either, are we."
(It was hardly a question.)
"Adultery?!" and Aziraphale was the one nearly hissing in outrage, spitting in such anger. "You, you tempt me to greed, envy by your own admission, wrath, gluttony, and lust - to say the least! - and then you accuse me of not being a good angel by committing adultery? How you can possibly..."
Aziraphale turned away from Crowley, and, gift bag, Buggre Alle This Bible (singed), and long-forgotten tartan cane in hand, walked towards the door.
"I can't stay," he murmured, to the still silence, pausing with his hand on the door handle. "You can't trust me, and this insanity - this jealousy - is unbearable. Goodbye, Crowley. Take care, I shan't be seeing you for a great long while."
The door handle turned and clicked, and the angel took a step and stopped, looking right at Crowley's yellow, beautifully serpentine eyes, completely blocked from view by those expensive sunglasses he favoured, and the angel added:
"You should know I loved him. But I loved you more."
Aziraphale shook his head and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
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Date: 2006-10-01 07:39 am (UTC)(It was hardly a question.)
"Adultery?!" and Aziraphale was the one nearly hissing in outrage, spitting in such anger. "You, you tempt me to greed, envy by your own admission, wrath, gluttony, and lust - to say the least! - and then you accuse me of not being a good angel by committing adultery? How you can possibly..."
Aziraphale turned away from Crowley, and, gift bag, Buggre Alle This Bible (singed), and long-forgotten tartan cane in hand, walked towards the door.
"I can't stay," he murmured, to the still silence, pausing with his hand on the door handle. "You can't trust me, and this insanity - this jealousy - is unbearable. Goodbye, Crowley. Take care, I shan't be seeing you for a great long while."
The door handle turned and clicked, and the angel took a step and stopped, looking right at Crowley's yellow, beautifully serpentine eyes, completely blocked from view by those expensive sunglasses he favoured, and the angel added:
"You should know I loved him. But I loved you more."
Aziraphale shook his head and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.