http://ineffable-angel.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
ineffable-angel.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
neutral_omens2006-09-26 02:10 am
ineffable-angel.livejournal.com) wrote in neutral_omens2006-09-26 02:10 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Date: September 18, 2000
Setting: Aziraphale's bedroom.
Status: Private - Crowley, Aziraphale (complete)
Summary: Aziraphale is home, and Crowley is suspicious.
A very tiny knit cap (pink tartan and off-centre; he hadn't knit in such a long while), a stuffed bear with a pair of corduroy trousers, a rattle decorated with little bows, and at least four pieces of baby clothing were clutched in the angel's hands as he opened drawers and closets, searching for a good place to hide them. He'd found an appropriate gift bag, at the very least, but nowhere yet to store it.
Crowley wasn't yet returned, and Aziraphale had arrived back early with the intent to put them somewhere. He had just found a spot behind a dresser when the handle to the bedroom clicked, and the door opened.
Setting: Aziraphale's bedroom.
Status: Private - Crowley, Aziraphale (complete)
Summary: Aziraphale is home, and Crowley is suspicious.
A very tiny knit cap (pink tartan and off-centre; he hadn't knit in such a long while), a stuffed bear with a pair of corduroy trousers, a rattle decorated with little bows, and at least four pieces of baby clothing were clutched in the angel's hands as he opened drawers and closets, searching for a good place to hide them. He'd found an appropriate gift bag, at the very least, but nowhere yet to store it.
Crowley wasn't yet returned, and Aziraphale had arrived back early with the intent to put them somewhere. He had just found a spot behind a dresser when the handle to the bedroom clicked, and the door opened.
no subject
He'd lied he'd lied he'd lied he'd lied.
Aziraphale slowed his stride down the third floor halls, beginning to tremble, and stopped, bracing himself against the wall. He pressed a hand against his face, unutterably grateful that no one was there to see him.
There were things he hadn't said, as well; upset over the affair at the barbecue, other jealousies from Crowley that he'd let go. They'd both strikes against them, but all were innocently gained, and Aziraphale had hoped Crowley knew that. But as it was...
The angel's breath hitched, and he held still a moment, supported by the rich wood panels of the hall.
He'd lied.
He still loved Crowley.
But he also had things to do, now. Aziraphale took another deep breath, relieved to see that it was steadier, and pulled himself together. He stepped away and picked up his stride again, heading to John's room.