(no subject)

[diaktoros.livejournal.com]

Date: May 1, 2000
Setting: The Manor grounds
Status: Public
Summary: The new year dawns for the pagan calendar, and you know what that means...


Hermes had been gathering wood all day, depositing it in a large pile in a very clear spot on the rolling lawns. He'd gotten up very early, and had spent most of the morning making little flyers. They were on plain white paper, decorated with a box of crayola markers that he'd produced*; still, Hermes was rather a good hand at doodling (he inherited some art in his blood from Apollo), and soon flyers were posted in the most commonly frequented places of the manor. The godling made it all the more mysterious and fun by simply disappearing the flyers off to their appointed place as he finished them. So he didn't even have to leave his room.

There will be a bonfire starting
at dusk to celebrate the new year.
Please come! There will be music
and other fun things!

All the rest of the day, Hermes was outside, running around with Dog and whatever other creatures were outside, and frolicking about the grounds, laughing and generally having what grown-ups would call 'way too much fun'.

As the sun was setting, he lay on the grass to watch it, hands behind his head. Sunsets always reminded him of his brother, and thus made him a bit serious.

"Someday we'll celebrate the new year in Hawai'i," he said, speaking to Apollo, Eros and Dionysus in the manner that mortals spoke to dead or far-away loved ones. "We'll have a big luau with drums and dancing and lots of fun...someday, I promise."

______________________________
*Unlike most people who could just make things appear from thin air, Hermes literally teleported them from somewhere else. He was the god of thieves, after all.

Comments

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

"If you insist on a demonstration, dear, wouldn't you prefer something a little more private? Someone could be looking!" he whispered frantically, even as the angel relaxed, minutially. His wings moved restlessly, startled by the change in temper, and unsure.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"That is part of the point, angel," said Crowley with a hungry look. "But I'd be more than happy to take this elsewhere. You know, we've never been on the Manor roof..."

He was well aware of how quickly anger, jealousy, and possessiveness could turn to desire when the object of said desire returns the interest. Or in other words, with Aziraphale paying attention to him instead of to Hermes, he felt no need for jealousy any longer, but he still had some angry energy built up that he very much wanted to take out with agressive sex.

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

"Fine," Aziraphale said, grudgingly - or at least he tried to be. Grudging didn't work so well when you've just been snogged so very expertly, after all. He didn't dare tell Crowley that - his ego didn't need the stroking.

"But I'm still angry with you," he added, suddenly, and without a pause the angel tore off into the night, wings spread white like the luminescent moon, racing ahead in what he knew was a petty advantage.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley smirked, extended his wings, and followed, but not too quickly. He'd let Aziraphale win this battle if it meant he'd win the war.