Crowley had insisted on wearing the tricorn around the shop all day. Aziraphael, who hadn’t quite managed to abide by his resolution to leave the trick-or-treat chocolate alone, stickily questioned him.
“’tis the season, after all.”
The angel glared at him. “That would be Christmas, my dear.”
Crowley grinned. “Maybe where you’re from.”
The light faded, and the demon still showed no inclination to leave. Instead, he watched the setting sun with something like anxiety on his face as Aziraphael lit the pumpkins. As the last rays faded, he turned to Aziraphael, eyes panicked.
“What is it?”
Even as he spoke, moonlight fell on the demon. Flesh faded, clothes and flesh hanging ragged on his bones.
Aziraphael squeaked.
Crowley looked at his fingers, speculatively.
“Interesting. Veeeeeery interesting.”
Aziraphael, after throwing a bowl of chocolate at him, decreed that in future they’d watch far more civilised fare. A beautiful mind, perhaps.
*
Based on Josie's drabble (http://www.livejournal.com/users/copinggoggles/183178.html?thread=690826#t690826). Sorry. I couldn't resist.
In which Crowley gets the joke
Date: 2004-11-02 08:56 pm (UTC)“’tis the season, after all.”
The angel glared at him. “That would be Christmas, my dear.”
Crowley grinned. “Maybe where you’re from.”
The light faded, and the demon still showed no inclination to leave. Instead, he watched the setting sun with something like anxiety on his face as Aziraphael lit the pumpkins. As the last rays faded, he turned to Aziraphael, eyes panicked.
“What is it?”
Even as he spoke, moonlight fell on the demon. Flesh faded, clothes and flesh hanging ragged on his bones.
Aziraphael squeaked.
Crowley looked at his fingers, speculatively.
“Interesting. Veeeeeery interesting.”
Aziraphael, after throwing a bowl of chocolate at him, decreed that in future they’d watch far more civilised fare. A beautiful mind, perhaps.
*
Based on Josie's drabble (http://www.livejournal.com/users/copinggoggles/183178.html?thread=690826#t690826). Sorry. I couldn't resist.