http://swords-love-me.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] swords-love-me.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] neutral_omens 2006-08-05 02:31 pm (UTC)

War stared at him. "Get - get rid of them?"

She could tell he was serious. He wasn't going to let her negotiate, or slip her way out of this one.

The last think she wanted was anyone else involved, certainly. Especially because someone else, pre-briefed and not in shock - as Aziraphale certainly seemed to be - would then think to check her room. If they did that, they might decide to fling her out of the Manor. She grimaced. Whilst no where was really home, by definition, this was as much home as she had at the moment - and she didn't want to be cut away from the good company that could be found here.

She really had no choice.

"If you demand it, Aziraphale - and if you can do it - then take them. Any you won't tell anyone, if you're worried about scaring them?"

She didn't want to see them go - she'd spent so long collecting them! - but there you were. They were only things, after all.

She straightened, and said, "I'll open the other lockers for you, then. Will you need anything to carry them all in, to keep them together?"

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