Crowley,

I am doing my very best to see that I return to see you at some point this weekend, but my efforts aren't meeting with much in the way of charitable feeling. I really am terribly sorry if I don't make it home.

I realise it's unlikely you'll feel the urge, but if you should visit the shop, please don't be alarmed should you find anyone ( Read more... )

Aziraphael knows what he's doing, and what he's doing is panicking - quietly, certainly, but panicking nonetheless. His mind has never felt so disorganised; snippets of information, articles he's read, piles upon piles of dusty books because he collects knowledge like others collect butterflies but it's no longer pinned neatly in place and he knows ( Read more... )

Saturday's weather is forecast to be 'sunny', the radio assures him, but he'd almost rather have the threat of rain tomorrow for the sake of the insulation of clouds tonight. The clear sky with its glittering stars - still occasionally lit by the bright flare of fireworks - was beautiful enough, certainly, but he'd had his chin tucked deeply into ( Read more... )

Aziraphael had changed his mind, halfway to the door, and diverted to the Bar ( Read more... )

Aziraphael has a headache.

It's - well it's too difficult to narrow down to one cause, frankly. It's too long without sleep and the lack of decent tea, it's turning things over repeatedly and uselessly in his mind, it's the quiet voice in the back of his head that's been urging him to just go home almost since he leftIt's flashings and bleepings ( Read more... )

Crowley --

Qui tacet, consentire videtur.

I cannot, this time.

The stakes have been steadily increasing until our little Arrangement has become a joke and I fear what you would ask of me I would be willing to do for you.

What youAnd I cannot, even by inference, allow - I cannot continue to withhold my disapprobation of your actions through ( Read more... )

Aziraphael's been gone for a while, now, and he's very nearly accustomed himself to the ridiculous light that seems to outline the buildings against the sky and makes everything look two-dimensional, unreal, as though it's been thrown up just a moment or two before his arrival and the busy noise of hammers will begin again just a fraction of a ( Read more... )

It's so very close to methodical that it would be hard to tell the difference; it's not so much pre-planned, though, as it is a series of activities that will put off any sort of thinking until he's well away from here. The sofa that Crowley helped him buy won't exactly be the most helpful of settings, he thinks. Or would. If he were ( Read more... )

Heaven never did have Below's sense of subtlety. No tweaking of technology, twisting of the familiar until it's a threat; Above more favours the direct and the involuntary, what felt, at the time, like a fish hook tugging insistently at the back of his mind ( Read more... )

The ship's far more cramped and far dingier and far less homey than Serenity, but what's the point in comparisons when it would never have measured up? It's not nearly worth what he paid for it, either, but at least it's headed in the right direction. After so long away it's almost as though he can feel it ( Read more... )