Good Omens, Crowley and Aziraphale - Ineffable
Fandom: Good Omens
Claim: Crowley and Aziraphale
Table link: Here
Theme name and number: #001, Post-cataclysm
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: It was bound to happen someday.
"I was sure, after all Adam did, this wouldn't happen," Crowley said, glumly. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of what would have been an expensive suit, if there were any suits left to speak of to compare it with. Aziraphale's clothes didn't count: they were mostly in shreds from his extended wings, anyway.
"It was bound to happen someday, my dear," Aziraphale said, both gently and distractedly. "We were fooling ourselves if we thought otherwise. It's just that it happened rather different to what was expected."
"The fact that humanity did it to themselves doesn't make it any less part of the ineffable plan that I was hoping Adam had got rid of."
"Crowley, it was ineffable," Aziraphale said, and then frowned. "Probably still is. Perhaps the way Adam acted was a part of it from the beginning."
"Where does that put free will?"
"Foreknowledge isn't the same as predestination."
Crowley gave him an odd look. "Have you ever heard of the concept of doublethink, Aziraphale?"
"Of course," he said, somewhat sniffily. "I do read, you know. Orwell was rather pessimistic, but as time went on I was beginning to see that he was an extremely smart man. Not prophetic, of course, but -- "
Crowley took off his sunglasses to make sure Aziraphale got the full effect of his eyeroll. It was quite an eloquent expression, he felt. He'd actually come across it when doing a little bit of background reading -- one has to do some research before one takes credit for something, and the fandom phenomenon had been quite interesting in its limited way. He'd been trying to take credit for a LiveJournal community called fanficrants, as it happened, but he'd felt it was necessary to gain a little background knowledge first.
If there was a desk, he might have slammed his head down onto it, for good measure. He'd been delighted by the fact that they'd invented a new verb: "to headdesk".
"You're missing the point," he said, as patiently as a demon is capable of. Which, he thought, was actually necessarily quite patient: consider the old craftsmanship of picking away at one soul for their whole lifetime before seeing results! "The point is, it can't be an ineffable plan and still allow for free will."
Aziraphale blinked. "It could be a very vague plan," he tried. Then stopped. "I don't know," he said, finally. He almost snapped it, in fact. He turned away to look at the mess the humans had managed to make of the world. "It would be nice to think there's some point in it all."
Crowley considered that, for a moment. "If there is a point in it all, I don't really want to know what it is."
Claim: Crowley and Aziraphale
Table link: Here
Theme name and number: #001, Post-cataclysm
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: It was bound to happen someday.
"I was sure, after all Adam did, this wouldn't happen," Crowley said, glumly. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of what would have been an expensive suit, if there were any suits left to speak of to compare it with. Aziraphale's clothes didn't count: they were mostly in shreds from his extended wings, anyway.
"It was bound to happen someday, my dear," Aziraphale said, both gently and distractedly. "We were fooling ourselves if we thought otherwise. It's just that it happened rather different to what was expected."
"The fact that humanity did it to themselves doesn't make it any less part of the ineffable plan that I was hoping Adam had got rid of."
"Crowley, it was ineffable," Aziraphale said, and then frowned. "Probably still is. Perhaps the way Adam acted was a part of it from the beginning."
"Where does that put free will?"
"Foreknowledge isn't the same as predestination."
Crowley gave him an odd look. "Have you ever heard of the concept of doublethink, Aziraphale?"
"Of course," he said, somewhat sniffily. "I do read, you know. Orwell was rather pessimistic, but as time went on I was beginning to see that he was an extremely smart man. Not prophetic, of course, but -- "
Crowley took off his sunglasses to make sure Aziraphale got the full effect of his eyeroll. It was quite an eloquent expression, he felt. He'd actually come across it when doing a little bit of background reading -- one has to do some research before one takes credit for something, and the fandom phenomenon had been quite interesting in its limited way. He'd been trying to take credit for a LiveJournal community called fanficrants, as it happened, but he'd felt it was necessary to gain a little background knowledge first.
If there was a desk, he might have slammed his head down onto it, for good measure. He'd been delighted by the fact that they'd invented a new verb: "to headdesk".
"You're missing the point," he said, as patiently as a demon is capable of. Which, he thought, was actually necessarily quite patient: consider the old craftsmanship of picking away at one soul for their whole lifetime before seeing results! "The point is, it can't be an ineffable plan and still allow for free will."
Aziraphale blinked. "It could be a very vague plan," he tried. Then stopped. "I don't know," he said, finally. He almost snapped it, in fact. He turned away to look at the mess the humans had managed to make of the world. "It would be nice to think there's some point in it all."
Crowley considered that, for a moment. "If there is a point in it all, I don't really want to know what it is."