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15minuteficlets, and started in a random place. First offering- no pairing, Good Omens.
And the word is evasive
Evasive
“So… d’you reckon it’ll turn out alright, then?”
He suddenly felt sober. Not the kind of sober that makes you wince as the alcohol leaves your bloodstream, the kind that leaves behind a residue of queasiness and a film across the tongue. Most definitely the other kind of sober, where someone unintentionally drops a girder in front of your train of thought. He straightened slightly, and looked at the demon, who seemed oblivious. Crowley’s hidden gaze appeared to be fixed on the beer bottle he was picking the label off.
How to answer? Angels don’t lie. Will it turn out alright? After the pseudo apocalypse, and the disobedience they’d tried to disguise. After years of the Arrangement, which is sure to be questioned. It won’t turn out alright, for them. There’s really no possible way it could.
He should say that, really. After all, Crowley’s a demon. He’s had experience of such things.
But… he had looked so cheerful, afterwards. Had slung an arm across the angel’s shoulders and directed him into the nearest bar, buying a round for all present and managing to refrain from breaking any glasses or starting any fights. He’d put one over on them.
And it wasn’t a lie, as such. Aziraphael was working towards the triumph of Heaven, after all. And it was certain to come to pass, eventually. Whether they would see it, whether they’d be in a state to do so was really immaterial. It would turn out alright, in the grand scheme of things.
“Angel?”
“Yes. I believe it will.”
Angels don’t lie. Not really.
15minuteficlets, and started in a random place. First offering- no pairing, Good Omens.And the word is evasive
Evasive
“So… d’you reckon it’ll turn out alright, then?”
He suddenly felt sober. Not the kind of sober that makes you wince as the alcohol leaves your bloodstream, the kind that leaves behind a residue of queasiness and a film across the tongue. Most definitely the other kind of sober, where someone unintentionally drops a girder in front of your train of thought. He straightened slightly, and looked at the demon, who seemed oblivious. Crowley’s hidden gaze appeared to be fixed on the beer bottle he was picking the label off.
How to answer? Angels don’t lie. Will it turn out alright? After the pseudo apocalypse, and the disobedience they’d tried to disguise. After years of the Arrangement, which is sure to be questioned. It won’t turn out alright, for them. There’s really no possible way it could.
He should say that, really. After all, Crowley’s a demon. He’s had experience of such things.
But… he had looked so cheerful, afterwards. Had slung an arm across the angel’s shoulders and directed him into the nearest bar, buying a round for all present and managing to refrain from breaking any glasses or starting any fights. He’d put one over on them.
And it wasn’t a lie, as such. Aziraphael was working towards the triumph of Heaven, after all. And it was certain to come to pass, eventually. Whether they would see it, whether they’d be in a state to do so was really immaterial. It would turn out alright, in the grand scheme of things.
“Angel?”
“Yes. I believe it will.”
Angels don’t lie. Not really.
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Date: 2004-08-27 01:50 am (UTC)(psst! See, my Nny, you CAN write!)
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Date: 2004-08-27 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-27 05:43 am (UTC)