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neutral_omens2006-03-13 10:55 pm
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Date: February 20th, 2000
Setting: Aziraphale's room
Status: Private - Aziraphale and Crowley
Summary: Michael Falls, and there are consequences.
They were lying in the angel's bed, languidly enjoying a golden afternoon. Aziraphale was sitting, back against pillows, humming contentedly with a book in one hand and the other stroking Crowley's hair. The demon, lying stretched out with his dark head conveniently in Aziraphale's lap, was dozing, making occasionally murmurs of assent with his eyes closed as Aziraphale pointed out this or that or read out an interesting passage.
It was, all in all, a great scene of unique and peaceful love.
He'd just begun reading out a new section of a discussion on Rambaldi when Aziraphale felt it. A tiny sliver of dysfunction, of chaos and pain. It grew in his mind and stomach, almost inevitably, and he began to feel quite ill, sweat beginning at his forehead.
"My dear," he said, nudging Crowley urgently, as the nausea welled up. "My dear, wake up. Something's wrong."
Setting: Aziraphale's room
Status: Private - Aziraphale and Crowley
Summary: Michael Falls, and there are consequences.
They were lying in the angel's bed, languidly enjoying a golden afternoon. Aziraphale was sitting, back against pillows, humming contentedly with a book in one hand and the other stroking Crowley's hair. The demon, lying stretched out with his dark head conveniently in Aziraphale's lap, was dozing, making occasionally murmurs of assent with his eyes closed as Aziraphale pointed out this or that or read out an interesting passage.
It was, all in all, a great scene of unique and peaceful love.
He'd just begun reading out a new section of a discussion on Rambaldi when Aziraphale felt it. A tiny sliver of dysfunction, of chaos and pain. It grew in his mind and stomach, almost inevitably, and he began to feel quite ill, sweat beginning at his forehead.
"My dear," he said, nudging Crowley urgently, as the nausea welled up. "My dear, wake up. Something's wrong."
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The angel nodded, then, and left Crowley standing there with only a last parting glimpse at Raphael's door across the hall before shutting the door.