Good Omens (Aziraphale/Crowley)
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:07 amTitle: untitled
Author:
misura
Rating: PG
Warnings: Really short.
Summary: It's always easy to lose things in bookshops.
Crowley was familiar with the human saying that 'home is where the heart is', but he'd always rather considered it a load of nonsense, because Crowley knew where he (theologically) belonged, and he also knew that it sure as home wasn't where his heart was. In truth, Crowley wasn't entirely sure if he had a heart, only if he did, he knew where it would be. More or less.
It was an earth thing, really - or rather, a *human* thing, since Crowley had yet to come across any wild lions [1] or birds [2] who were absent-minded. If Crowley'd believed in evolution, he'd have assumed that the trait had been bred out, but as it was, he had to assume that angels and humans were the only ones who'd gotten it, and that there had been a Reason for that.
The truth of the matter was that birds didn't simply forget where they needed to go on their winter-vacation (or summer-vacation, depending on your point of view), and lions didn't suddenly forget what food looked like, but if he'd had a heart, Crowley was painfully aware that he'd likely have left it somewhere and then forgotten where it was.
Which might not be the greatest excuse he'd ever come up with for dropping by at Aziraphale's bookshop again, for the second time in a month, but after having caused two civil wars and three reorganizations, Crowley felt he really couldn't be bothered being more creative.
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[1] Possibly, this was because Crowley rarely hung out in the same places as lions; after that incident with Daniel, people had put a lot less faith in lions eating whomever they were told to eat, although some of the later Roman emperors had made a valiant effort to turn the tide by feeding them believers first, and non-believers later, a turn of events that was always good to get a rise out of Aziraphale, who viewed the whole thing as highly distasteful and uncivilized.
[2] Crowley didn't fly much, either - at least, not in the usual sense of the word. He did like airplanes; it was so easy for people to annoy one another in such a small space, and there weren't any ways out.
Author:
Rating: PG
Warnings: Really short.
Summary: It's always easy to lose things in bookshops.
Crowley was familiar with the human saying that 'home is where the heart is', but he'd always rather considered it a load of nonsense, because Crowley knew where he (theologically) belonged, and he also knew that it sure as home wasn't where his heart was. In truth, Crowley wasn't entirely sure if he had a heart, only if he did, he knew where it would be. More or less.
It was an earth thing, really - or rather, a *human* thing, since Crowley had yet to come across any wild lions [1] or birds [2] who were absent-minded. If Crowley'd believed in evolution, he'd have assumed that the trait had been bred out, but as it was, he had to assume that angels and humans were the only ones who'd gotten it, and that there had been a Reason for that.
The truth of the matter was that birds didn't simply forget where they needed to go on their winter-vacation (or summer-vacation, depending on your point of view), and lions didn't suddenly forget what food looked like, but if he'd had a heart, Crowley was painfully aware that he'd likely have left it somewhere and then forgotten where it was.
Which might not be the greatest excuse he'd ever come up with for dropping by at Aziraphale's bookshop again, for the second time in a month, but after having caused two civil wars and three reorganizations, Crowley felt he really couldn't be bothered being more creative.
~
[1] Possibly, this was because Crowley rarely hung out in the same places as lions; after that incident with Daniel, people had put a lot less faith in lions eating whomever they were told to eat, although some of the later Roman emperors had made a valiant effort to turn the tide by feeding them believers first, and non-believers later, a turn of events that was always good to get a rise out of Aziraphale, who viewed the whole thing as highly distasteful and uncivilized.
[2] Crowley didn't fly much, either - at least, not in the usual sense of the word. He did like airplanes; it was so easy for people to annoy one another in such a small space, and there weren't any ways out.
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Date: 2007-07-03 06:57 am (UTC)And I love those footnotes. xD
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Awesomesticks ^^.
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Date: 2007-08-09 02:01 pm (UTC)Yup, horribly late, I know.
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