Fic: Let it Snow, Good Omens, G
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louiseluxWishing you all a very happy midwinter festival of your choice!
My Christmas card fic this year:
It never snowed on Christmas Eve. Aziraphale had complained about it every year since the reign of Queen Victoria.
'It's never proper snow,' he'd say, frowning at the light dusting that London occasionally got. Silly, romantic fool. Aziraphale often went on to explain about prevailing south-westerlies and how they brought mild air wafting over the country and kept it too warm for the rain to freeze into ice crystals.
Crowley shivered at the thought. Christmas was traditionally the most tedious time of year, far more annoying than Easter, but it had got a lot better this past century. The piles of money spent on cheap plastic toys that broke after a day's use gave him a warm glow and he enjoyed listening to Aziraphale complain about the superficiality of it all.
It was far too cold to snow tonight. Aziraphale had told him all about that too. He turned his face upwards. The sky was completely clear; a fathomless dark blue, speckled all over with white stars that glittered down at him through the icy air. Under his feet frost sparkled on the stone like chips of diamond. No clouds tonight, so no snow for Aziraphale this Christmas.
He folded his arms and felt like he should be bored, but he couldn't quite summon up enough frustration. One chime rang out from the church clock and voices raised in song floated from the doors and windows of the church, filling the small cobbled square. Crowley could easily pick out one particular voice, clear and pure above the others. He listened to it for a while, closing his eyes and tuning out the rest. It was a happy sound.
Perhaps it would snow after all; there was no reason why there couldn’t be snow tonight, not really. The windows of the church glowed with gem colours against the dark. Aziraphale'd be finished soon and then they could go home. He shut his eyes again and his brow furrowed with concentration. After a few minutes a small bead of sweat rolled down over his temple.
Clouds thickened in the clear sky above London. With lumbering slowness the wind wheeled round and shepherded tiny drops of moisture in from over the sea. Water droplets suddenly found themselves in a new and surprising location and were even more surprised to find themselves unexpectedly freezing into intricate structures, then promptly dropping from the sky.
Down on the ground, where the temperature had risen one crucial degree to allow precipitation, the congregation was spilling from the church, wreathed in puffs of icy breath and cheery laughter, all hurrying to warm homes and fairy lights and eggnog. Behind them came Aziraphale in his fur hat and his heavy overcoat and his pink nose, smiling cheerfully. As he stepped out from the church doors, large fluffy snowflakes began drifting down from the sky, filling the air and settling on the ground.
Aziraphale looked up in wonder and then hurried towards him, grinning like a kid. Crowley smiled.
'Look, Crowley! It's snowing! Isn't it lovely. And on Christmas Eve too. I wonder if it will settle?'
'It might do, I suppose,' Crowley said nonchalantly. His tipped his head towards the church. 'Get it out of your system did you? Terrible stuff, really.'
'I can't get it out of my system, Crowley,' said Aziraphale happily. 'It is my system.'
To prove it he opened his mouth and gave Crowley a piercing blast of 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing,' then giggled to see Crowley clap his hands over his ears in mock horror.
'Ow! You could warn me when you're about to do that.'
The snow continued to fall in thick white drifts. If anything it was heavier now then when it started. It covered the ground quickly, and covered Crowley and Aziraphale too.
'Funny it should snow now, isn't it?' Aziraphale said as they watched it fall, 'just when I was only talking about it today. Seems almost too perfect, snowing on Christmas Eve.' He eyed Crowley with a speculative gaze.
'What?' Crowley did his innocent look. 'Anyway, it's Christmas Day now.'
'So it is,' Aziraphale said thoughtfully. 'Why didn’t you go home? You didn’t have to wait. I know you hate these sorts of things.' He waved a hand vaguely at the departing vicar, who waved back.
'I'm not letting you run round the streets on your own on Christmas Day. You could get up to anything. I'd never be able to relax.'
Aziraphale was looking at him: 'It's beautiful, Crowley. Thank you.'
'Hey, don’t thank me. I had nothing to do with it. It's just, you know, the right temperature, right clouds. Weather stuff.' But secretly Aziraphale's wide smile gave him a warm feeling somewhere in his stomach.
Aziraphale pulled off one of his sheepskin mittens, like a child would, with his teeth. The square was silent again with the still, muffled silence of snow, underscored by the whisper of frozen water crystals pilling upon each other.
'It's all over you,' he murmured, brushing the snow from Crowley's hair and face. 'You'll get cold.'
'I never get cold, you know that,' Crowley said. But despite that he let himself feel the warm touch of Aziraphale's fingertips across the skin of his cheek, stroking away the resolutely not-melting snowflakes. 'So what did you get me for Christmas?' he said when he could breathe again.
'Really my dear. It's meant to be a surprise.'
Crowley watched a snowflake land on Aziraphale's nose and promptly melt. They were the only ones left in the square now, and everything was quiet and lovely and still. It felt like they were all alone in the world. Aziraphale's hat had a white rim and his eyelashes were looking decidedly frosty. Crowley decided that the snow should last for at least a week. He slipped his arm through Aziraphale's.
'Maybe I am a bit cold after all,' he said. 'Let's go and drink your brandy and you can give me my present.'
Aziraphale laughed and moved closer to his side and the snow kept on falling.
My Christmas card fic this year:
It never snowed on Christmas Eve. Aziraphale had complained about it every year since the reign of Queen Victoria.
'It's never proper snow,' he'd say, frowning at the light dusting that London occasionally got. Silly, romantic fool. Aziraphale often went on to explain about prevailing south-westerlies and how they brought mild air wafting over the country and kept it too warm for the rain to freeze into ice crystals.
Crowley shivered at the thought. Christmas was traditionally the most tedious time of year, far more annoying than Easter, but it had got a lot better this past century. The piles of money spent on cheap plastic toys that broke after a day's use gave him a warm glow and he enjoyed listening to Aziraphale complain about the superficiality of it all.
It was far too cold to snow tonight. Aziraphale had told him all about that too. He turned his face upwards. The sky was completely clear; a fathomless dark blue, speckled all over with white stars that glittered down at him through the icy air. Under his feet frost sparkled on the stone like chips of diamond. No clouds tonight, so no snow for Aziraphale this Christmas.
He folded his arms and felt like he should be bored, but he couldn't quite summon up enough frustration. One chime rang out from the church clock and voices raised in song floated from the doors and windows of the church, filling the small cobbled square. Crowley could easily pick out one particular voice, clear and pure above the others. He listened to it for a while, closing his eyes and tuning out the rest. It was a happy sound.
Perhaps it would snow after all; there was no reason why there couldn’t be snow tonight, not really. The windows of the church glowed with gem colours against the dark. Aziraphale'd be finished soon and then they could go home. He shut his eyes again and his brow furrowed with concentration. After a few minutes a small bead of sweat rolled down over his temple.
Clouds thickened in the clear sky above London. With lumbering slowness the wind wheeled round and shepherded tiny drops of moisture in from over the sea. Water droplets suddenly found themselves in a new and surprising location and were even more surprised to find themselves unexpectedly freezing into intricate structures, then promptly dropping from the sky.
Down on the ground, where the temperature had risen one crucial degree to allow precipitation, the congregation was spilling from the church, wreathed in puffs of icy breath and cheery laughter, all hurrying to warm homes and fairy lights and eggnog. Behind them came Aziraphale in his fur hat and his heavy overcoat and his pink nose, smiling cheerfully. As he stepped out from the church doors, large fluffy snowflakes began drifting down from the sky, filling the air and settling on the ground.
Aziraphale looked up in wonder and then hurried towards him, grinning like a kid. Crowley smiled.
'Look, Crowley! It's snowing! Isn't it lovely. And on Christmas Eve too. I wonder if it will settle?'
'It might do, I suppose,' Crowley said nonchalantly. His tipped his head towards the church. 'Get it out of your system did you? Terrible stuff, really.'
'I can't get it out of my system, Crowley,' said Aziraphale happily. 'It is my system.'
To prove it he opened his mouth and gave Crowley a piercing blast of 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing,' then giggled to see Crowley clap his hands over his ears in mock horror.
'Ow! You could warn me when you're about to do that.'
The snow continued to fall in thick white drifts. If anything it was heavier now then when it started. It covered the ground quickly, and covered Crowley and Aziraphale too.
'Funny it should snow now, isn't it?' Aziraphale said as they watched it fall, 'just when I was only talking about it today. Seems almost too perfect, snowing on Christmas Eve.' He eyed Crowley with a speculative gaze.
'What?' Crowley did his innocent look. 'Anyway, it's Christmas Day now.'
'So it is,' Aziraphale said thoughtfully. 'Why didn’t you go home? You didn’t have to wait. I know you hate these sorts of things.' He waved a hand vaguely at the departing vicar, who waved back.
'I'm not letting you run round the streets on your own on Christmas Day. You could get up to anything. I'd never be able to relax.'
Aziraphale was looking at him: 'It's beautiful, Crowley. Thank you.'
'Hey, don’t thank me. I had nothing to do with it. It's just, you know, the right temperature, right clouds. Weather stuff.' But secretly Aziraphale's wide smile gave him a warm feeling somewhere in his stomach.
Aziraphale pulled off one of his sheepskin mittens, like a child would, with his teeth. The square was silent again with the still, muffled silence of snow, underscored by the whisper of frozen water crystals pilling upon each other.
'It's all over you,' he murmured, brushing the snow from Crowley's hair and face. 'You'll get cold.'
'I never get cold, you know that,' Crowley said. But despite that he let himself feel the warm touch of Aziraphale's fingertips across the skin of his cheek, stroking away the resolutely not-melting snowflakes. 'So what did you get me for Christmas?' he said when he could breathe again.
'Really my dear. It's meant to be a surprise.'
Crowley watched a snowflake land on Aziraphale's nose and promptly melt. They were the only ones left in the square now, and everything was quiet and lovely and still. It felt like they were all alone in the world. Aziraphale's hat had a white rim and his eyelashes were looking decidedly frosty. Crowley decided that the snow should last for at least a week. He slipped his arm through Aziraphale's.
'Maybe I am a bit cold after all,' he said. 'Let's go and drink your brandy and you can give me my present.'
Aziraphale laughed and moved closer to his side and the snow kept on falling.
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Date: 2003-12-24 02:41 pm (UTC)Such beautiful images, man-shaped creatures in the snow... so quiet... except for Aziraphale's no doubt spot on rendition of certain Christmas carols.
What kind of voice would one expect him to have? To me, it's a light, melodious and fruity baritone. Heh.
I enjoyed this so very much! Thank you!
And a lovely, happy Christmas to you and yours!
Cheers,
O
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Date: 2003-12-25 11:56 am (UTC)I agree with you about Aziraphale's voice- I imagine it to be light and melodious, and probably quite piercingly loud when he wants it to be, to frighten Crowley. *g*
Happy Christmas and best wishes to you too!
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Date: 2003-12-24 04:35 pm (UTC)('I can't get it out of my system, Crowley,' said Aziraphale happily. 'It is my system.'
To prove it he opened his mouth and gave Crowley a piercing blast of 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing,' then giggled to see Crowley clap his hands over his ears in mock horror.)
That made me giggle, too. And since this is a Christmas card fic, it's fitting that it seems rather like a snapshot of a particularly nice moment with Aziraphale and Crowley.
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Date: 2003-12-25 11:58 am (UTC)I was really, really hoping it would snow for Christmas when I wrote this, and I think it shows. *g*
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Date: 2003-12-25 12:24 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2003-12-25 07:08 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing it. :)
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Date: 2003-12-27 07:49 am (UTC)I don't get to see snow much either, even if I do live on the same latitude as Newfoundland. But at least I can have my wish fulfillment through fic!
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Date: 2003-12-26 12:52 pm (UTC)also, would you mind if i friended you?
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