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nnyFound this, which I suspect I didn't post here at any point.
I guess I need to look around for random comment-ficlets, at some point, but not today.
And thank you for chatty offers, but I'm really not in the mood right now. *hugs*
Soup
Considering the fact that they've just averted the Apocalypse (through stupidity and ineptitude, perhaps, but they were ready to and doesn't that count?), Crowley thinks that this should be commonplace. The epithet 'weird' should probably be erased from his mental dictionary, after all that.
But this? Is weird.
Because he could be eating roasted sea scallops with spring leaves and gazpacho dressing. Or the duo of duck sauté with rhubarb compote scented with ginger, which is always fun for getting a rise out of the angel. He could be raising one eyebrow to signal a waiter- the staff at the Ritz appreciate subtlety- to order a bottle of their finest champagne.
He's not, though. He's here, perched on an ancient sofa, stirring a spoon through violently red Heinz cream of tomato soup, a layer of ineptly grated cheese floating greasily on top. He can't even begin to imagine how one would grate cheese ineptly, but the uneven lumps somehow bring the word to mind. In place of wine glass there's a chipped white mug with a picture of the queen, tea steaming faintly.
And that's not the weird part.
Aziraphael seems rather uneasy in his unmatching armchair, looking up to meet his eyes every now and again, sending him slightly flustered half-smiles before looking back down at his soup. He keeps putting his soup down, darting into the kitchen, and emerging with ever more inappropriate condiments; Crowley gets the impression he's nervous. He keep vaguely hoping that the angel will step in his soup, as he sits down once more, but he's not done anything to engineer it.
And that's not the weird part, either.
The weird part is that he'd rather be here, than anywhere else. The weird part is that he's content.
I guess I need to look around for random comment-ficlets, at some point, but not today.
And thank you for chatty offers, but I'm really not in the mood right now. *hugs*
Soup
Considering the fact that they've just averted the Apocalypse (through stupidity and ineptitude, perhaps, but they were ready to and doesn't that count?), Crowley thinks that this should be commonplace. The epithet 'weird' should probably be erased from his mental dictionary, after all that.
But this? Is weird.
Because he could be eating roasted sea scallops with spring leaves and gazpacho dressing. Or the duo of duck sauté with rhubarb compote scented with ginger, which is always fun for getting a rise out of the angel. He could be raising one eyebrow to signal a waiter- the staff at the Ritz appreciate subtlety- to order a bottle of their finest champagne.
He's not, though. He's here, perched on an ancient sofa, stirring a spoon through violently red Heinz cream of tomato soup, a layer of ineptly grated cheese floating greasily on top. He can't even begin to imagine how one would grate cheese ineptly, but the uneven lumps somehow bring the word to mind. In place of wine glass there's a chipped white mug with a picture of the queen, tea steaming faintly.
And that's not the weird part.
Aziraphael seems rather uneasy in his unmatching armchair, looking up to meet his eyes every now and again, sending him slightly flustered half-smiles before looking back down at his soup. He keeps putting his soup down, darting into the kitchen, and emerging with ever more inappropriate condiments; Crowley gets the impression he's nervous. He keep vaguely hoping that the angel will step in his soup, as he sits down once more, but he's not done anything to engineer it.
And that's not the weird part, either.
The weird part is that he'd rather be here, than anywhere else. The weird part is that he's content.
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Date: 2005-06-19 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-19 07:19 am (UTC)*hugs tight*
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Date: 2005-06-21 01:13 am (UTC)I miss you too. :(
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