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nnyI actually don't even remember writing two of these; all were prompt responses. XD
California and Tea
The ancient Bentley, which shouldn’t have been running as well as it did – which had got across the Atlantic, not a soul knew how – trundled along unfamiliarly straight roads with a pleased hum. The bickering inside went unchanged from Texas to the Niagara Falls; the journey was meandering and took far longer and shorter than it ought to have. South to North oughtn’t to be measured in years, but nor should it take in almost every state, city, collection of houses; save for the invisible line around California, uncorrupted and unblessed because of the tea stain in the angel’s atlas.
Angels, glitter and snow
In the gallery they’d visited that afternoon there’d been a photograph of an angel in snow; a grave marker glittering in the cold winter sun, beatific and dignified and beautiful and Crowley had got dirty looks for laughing, because that just wasn’t it at all.
Reality involved sneezing and the careful rearrangement of words to fit into the spirit of swearing if not the letter. Reality involved unattractively reddened cheeks, the only glitter that of the snowflakes that caught in Aziraphale’s eyelashes and distracted him enough to walk into a startled bush that honestly hadn’t been there a second before.
Telescope
“You’d better not let any of them catch you with that,” Crowley said, and Aziraphale started and snapped the telescope shut guiltily.
“I know they haven’t quite got to the lens grinding stage yet,” the angel said defensively, “but it’s difficult to be subtle about the cause of the benedictions and such when you’re up close, and getting worshipped myself just isn’t the point at all.”
“No?” Crowley asked; he’d always rather enjoyed it, himself. And the little fat statue that’d been made of the angel hadn’t been half so hilarious as the expression on Aziraphale’s face on seeing it.
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California and Tea
The ancient Bentley, which shouldn’t have been running as well as it did – which had got across the Atlantic, not a soul knew how – trundled along unfamiliarly straight roads with a pleased hum. The bickering inside went unchanged from Texas to the Niagara Falls; the journey was meandering and took far longer and shorter than it ought to have. South to North oughtn’t to be measured in years, but nor should it take in almost every state, city, collection of houses; save for the invisible line around California, uncorrupted and unblessed because of the tea stain in the angel’s atlas.
Angels, glitter and snow
In the gallery they’d visited that afternoon there’d been a photograph of an angel in snow; a grave marker glittering in the cold winter sun, beatific and dignified and beautiful and Crowley had got dirty looks for laughing, because that just wasn’t it at all.
Reality involved sneezing and the careful rearrangement of words to fit into the spirit of swearing if not the letter. Reality involved unattractively reddened cheeks, the only glitter that of the snowflakes that caught in Aziraphale’s eyelashes and distracted him enough to walk into a startled bush that honestly hadn’t been there a second before.
Telescope
“You’d better not let any of them catch you with that,” Crowley said, and Aziraphale started and snapped the telescope shut guiltily.
“I know they haven’t quite got to the lens grinding stage yet,” the angel said defensively, “but it’s difficult to be subtle about the cause of the benedictions and such when you’re up close, and getting worshipped myself just isn’t the point at all.”
“No?” Crowley asked; he’d always rather enjoyed it, himself. And the little fat statue that’d been made of the angel hadn’t been half so hilarious as the expression on Aziraphale’s face on seeing it.
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Date: 2010-04-10 03:57 pm (UTC)Umm, sandwiches.
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Date: 2010-04-10 05:00 pm (UTC)Um. Prompt. Right.
Roses.
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Date: 2010-04-10 08:23 pm (UTC)...have you heard the theory (that was *obviously* meant as a joke until the reporters heard) that the universe is conspiring to keep mankind from creating/studying the God Particle (http://boingboing.net/2009/11/05/large-hadron-collide-2.html)?
My prompt is it is TRUE! Although it's not the Higgs Boson particles themselves that get assigned the job ;)
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Date: 2010-04-10 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-11 01:37 am (UTC)Um um um. Prompt.
Watching television.