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Date: November 5, 1999
Setting: Tadfield Manor, Dining Hall
Status: Private - Belial, Aziraphale (Complete)
Summary: Belial is de-moped.



Belial gazed into a pit of strawberry swirls, littered with the remains of frozen shortcake chunks. The spoon sat in the half-empty vat, crumbs clinging, looking so much like a ladder into desperation.

He had to stop this--he was starting to draw extensive metaphors of Hell using a half gallon of strawberry shortcake ice cream, and the rim of his mouth was a sticky, pink mess. At least his hair was clean, he thought, plucking absently at a few damp, straying locks. He had too much time to bother with such things, which led to him not bothering with them at all. A snap of his fingers and he could fix himself. But it was too easy a solution and he didn't want things to be easy.

Sighing, he kicked one leg back and hooked it over one of the bars supporting the stool, tethering himself to his seat. Bloody angels, bloody Gabriel.

He'd Damn love, but had already found a hold in Hell through him.

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Aziraphale had come downstairs for some tea - Crowley had been out, or busy, and he hated to miracle tea, it never steeped properly. His cane clattered on the floors of the dining hall as he entered.

The clattering stopped as Aziraphale looked up to see, of all beings, Belial, eating... was that strawberry shortcake ice cream? The label on the side of the container claimed as much, and Aziraphale whimpered, suddenly hungry.

He cleared his throat, gently, and called out, "Hello!" nervously. He hadn't seen Belial in ages - not properly, though he was almost certain he'd seen the demon with Gabriel at the party in October.

He remembered now that he still hadn't found out what happened after Belial and Gabriel had left, or why they had left. Maybe Belial would be gracious enough to share his ice cream and some answers.