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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Date: January 31st, 2001
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Status: Public
Summary: He's home.



The grey, cascading sky reminded Aziraphale of the day he had left, and the heavy, drizzly rain was utterly similar. England in November hardly changed from England in January, although Aziraphale suspected that Tadfield didn't often suffer the usual bouts of wet weather. Something to do with an Antichrist inhabiting the area, clearly.

Looking up at the familiar brick walls, he felt a quiet relief fill in, like a breath he hadn't taken in too long. He opened the door and soon his favoured umbrella, feeling the first stretch of dampness in the air settle into his clothing. The angel got out awkwardly, cane in hand, and breathed slowly.

Well, he was home now, that was the main thing.

He turned back to Chas, tucking his hand inside his tweed coat (he would fix that later, after a bit of tea and perhaps a nap), and pulling out a small wad of pound notes. "How...?"

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[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"You don't mind?" Adam blinked. Then he shrugged. "All right. I c'n put you in the room next to Ellie's. It's pretty close to the library. But not quite as fancy as your old room. That work?"

The boy thought Aziraphale should probably take a nap first with how tired he looked, but it wasn't his decision to make.

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"Not if it's Constantine," Aziraphale clarified at Adam's reaction.

"Ah, that should work perfectly. I should, er, likely be on my way, though. Did you perhaps want to stop by the library in the future? There's some classic adventure novels I'm not sure you've had the pleasure of reading in the collection. The Once and Future King, perhaps?"

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With a laugh, Adam handed the angel his room key. "What makes you think I haven't?" he asked. "I didn't actually like that one very much. Arthur made a lotta bad decisions that he knew were bad at the time. Bit silly, really. But I'll be by the library sometime. See ya later, Aziraphale."

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"T'rah," Aziraphale waved, studying the retreating figure.

Well. At least the boy - young man - had some classics. He headed for the stairs.