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[nny]

...A random drabble. I will write something substantial one day, I promise... cross-posted to lower_tadfield



Crowley winced as the curtains were flung open, dust motes dancing in the sunlight in a far too cheerful manner. He rubbed his eyes and attempted to stretch, hampered by the fact that Aziraphael's sofa was a foot too short for him.

"Hark the herald angels sing, the kitchen's clean, and so's the bin," Crowley sat up and glared at the angel over the back of the sofa. "...peace on earth and mercy mild, now I'm going to read some Wil..Oof! Was that really necessary?" Crowley brandished the other cushion threateningly, and Aziraphael fell silent, a half-smile on his face.

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[tropes.livejournal.com]

*sporfles*

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

I can relate. Damn you, early morning street repairs!

*g*

[sophistry]

You know, I don't think I'll ever forget the mental image of Crowley threatening someone with a sofa cushion. A bedhead!Crowley, no less.

[aidara.livejournal.com]

Ooh, that's adorable. I'm saving it. I don't know why you think you write badly. :D

[vimeslady.livejournal.com]

Note to self: If I ever catch up with my reading, it's time to read Good Omens again.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

<3 you!

My sister used to think it was 'HaHA the bluebird angels sing!'

She is a mystery.