Recent GO drabbles
Sep. 22nd, 2004 03:54 pmThe Tortoise - Good Omens, for
daegaer
Aziraphale kept it in a wooden box packed with wool and straw. Cold and wet outside, it slept till winter left then woke to blink with black fruit-pip eyes at the light, and to chew on expensive salad leaves that the angel poked into its mouth.
'Why do you bother?' Crowley asked every spring, always at the same time passing a finger over its quilted and whorled shell, over the little claws on its feet. 'It can't talk, or do anything.'
The tortoise had reached 110 years and it pierced Crowley with a sour stare.
'I love it,' Aziraphale replied.
Sex and death - Good Omens/Sandman, for for
enigel
Sex and Death: Crowley knows them both intimately, now.
She's getting ready to leave. He can't feel her skin very well-- it’s as slippery and elusive as the trickle of silk over his fingers.
Still, he strokes her naked back as she pulls socks on.
'Stay a bit longer?'
Playing it cool, but her smile tells him it’s not working. Death leans over and kisses him, slowly and thoroughly.
'It's Destiny, I'm afraid,' she says, eventually.
'Oh. Him.' Deflated.
'We won't meet again,' says Death. She goes, with a sweet, childish wave.
'Not ever,' he says, to his empty bedroom.
The reason why Crowley had to get out of bed at the end of the 19th C - Good Omens/Sherlock Holmes, for
daegaer
A letter fell to the doormat, the name and address smudged and splotched: the work of an impatient hand.
Crowley ripped it open, curious. Reading it, he laughed, a high-pitched breathless sound of disbelief.
'You were surprisingly easy to find. It took me only an hour. Take more care ...'
Holmes had warned him on that warm night in Paris: 'I shall keep one eye fixed firmly on you, always.'
But it didn't matter, did it? Holmes would soon be gone.
His stomach twisted, remembering how it felt to be the focus of such brilliance, examined minutely.
Found wanting.
***
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Aziraphale kept it in a wooden box packed with wool and straw. Cold and wet outside, it slept till winter left then woke to blink with black fruit-pip eyes at the light, and to chew on expensive salad leaves that the angel poked into its mouth.
'Why do you bother?' Crowley asked every spring, always at the same time passing a finger over its quilted and whorled shell, over the little claws on its feet. 'It can't talk, or do anything.'
The tortoise had reached 110 years and it pierced Crowley with a sour stare.
'I love it,' Aziraphale replied.
Sex and death - Good Omens/Sandman, for for
Sex and Death: Crowley knows them both intimately, now.
She's getting ready to leave. He can't feel her skin very well-- it’s as slippery and elusive as the trickle of silk over his fingers.
Still, he strokes her naked back as she pulls socks on.
'Stay a bit longer?'
Playing it cool, but her smile tells him it’s not working. Death leans over and kisses him, slowly and thoroughly.
'It's Destiny, I'm afraid,' she says, eventually.
'Oh. Him.' Deflated.
'We won't meet again,' says Death. She goes, with a sweet, childish wave.
'Not ever,' he says, to his empty bedroom.
The reason why Crowley had to get out of bed at the end of the 19th C - Good Omens/Sherlock Holmes, for
A letter fell to the doormat, the name and address smudged and splotched: the work of an impatient hand.
Crowley ripped it open, curious. Reading it, he laughed, a high-pitched breathless sound of disbelief.
'You were surprisingly easy to find. It took me only an hour. Take more care ...'
Holmes had warned him on that warm night in Paris: 'I shall keep one eye fixed firmly on you, always.'
But it didn't matter, did it? Holmes would soon be gone.
His stomach twisted, remembering how it felt to be the focus of such brilliance, examined minutely.
Found wanting.
***
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Date: 2004-09-22 03:59 pm (UTC)And Crowley/Holmes? The world is getting better. Delighted to hear there's a longer fic I can look forward to :D
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Date: 2004-09-23 02:16 am (UTC)I did post this in reply to the drabble you left too, but am a bit worried that lj might have been playing up that day and you didn't get the message, so i'm glad you saw this!
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Date: 2004-09-23 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 03:14 am (UTC)