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slashthedrabble2008-07-03 04:53 pm
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400-word Good Omens ficlet, Crowley/Aziraphale, PG
Changing Habits
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: PG
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale, in their own subtextual squint-y way.
Disclaimer: As Adam put it, it’s not right, being two people. Therefore, I couldn’t possibly be both Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. I’m not either or them, either. Also, the information about the habits came from the wonderfully sometimes incorrect World Wide Web. If I'm wrong, it's because of that.
“White and black.”
“Dominicans. The blackfriars.”
“Brown, white, and black.”
“Carmelites.”
“Blood red.”
“And white, my dear. Those are the Daughters of Mary.”
“White with a red and blue cross.”
“A bit specific. Trinitarian Order.”
“Brown or gray.”
“Franciscan monks. Really, my dear, this isn’t worth the trouble you’re going to.”
“All black.”
“Benedictines.”
“Blue.”
“Daughters of Charity of St. Vincent de Paul.”
“Pink.”
“Pink! Very distinctive. Very Holy Spirit adoration sisters.”
“A dapper suit with shiny shoes.”
“Televangelists.”
“Nude?”
“The color or the absence of clothing altogether?”
“You have both?”
“I’m not at liberty to disclose that information, my dear. Who knows what your side might do with the latter group. They’re quite nice people. Minimalists. Good hearts. And nude? That’s hardly appropriate for every day wear.”
“Tartan. then.”
“Perhaps. I suggested it once, but I haven’t heard back.” (1)
“Leather.”
“Crowley, my dear, really?”
“What? I said you needed a new look, you said you didn’t want to intrude on any Order to make it look as though you were playing favorites. So leather it is! A fresh, modern look!”
“I don’t have the body for it.”
“Sure you do. Just . . . stay out of the biscuit tin for a bit.”
“And the dinners with you. And all that wine. And the sweets. I suppose I’ll have to start exercising. I might still have my swimming suit in a trunk somewhere.”
“The full body suit with the red and white stripes?”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
“I burnt it.” (2)
“Oh.”
“You know, the more I think about it, the more I’m vaguely repulsed by the idea. (3) Perhaps you just change up the jumper every now and then?”
“Right. Yes.”
“Dinner?”
“Of course, my dear.”
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(1)It was a neatly packaged proposal, complete with sketches and fabric swatches. Aziraphale had been quite proud of that one.
(2) This wasn’t quite true. It burst into flames all by itself, after Crowley had commented on its pathetic existence and utterly horrible fashion sense. This was before Crowley decided to get house plants.
(3) This wasn’t quite true, either, unless “vaguely repulsed by the idea” was Crowley’s way of saying “getting slightly flushed by the thought so I’m going to stop thinking now and get you out of Soho. Also, note to self, stop with the trying hard enough business. Passion and lust (and that Other One) are for humans.”
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: PG
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale, in their own subtextual squint-y way.
Disclaimer: As Adam put it, it’s not right, being two people. Therefore, I couldn’t possibly be both Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. I’m not either or them, either. Also, the information about the habits came from the wonderfully sometimes incorrect World Wide Web. If I'm wrong, it's because of that.
“White and black.”
“Dominicans. The blackfriars.”
“Brown, white, and black.”
“Carmelites.”
“Blood red.”
“And white, my dear. Those are the Daughters of Mary.”
“White with a red and blue cross.”
“A bit specific. Trinitarian Order.”
“Brown or gray.”
“Franciscan monks. Really, my dear, this isn’t worth the trouble you’re going to.”
“All black.”
“Benedictines.”
“Blue.”
“Daughters of Charity of St. Vincent de Paul.”
“Pink.”
“Pink! Very distinctive. Very Holy Spirit adoration sisters.”
“A dapper suit with shiny shoes.”
“Televangelists.”
“Nude?”
“The color or the absence of clothing altogether?”
“You have both?”
“I’m not at liberty to disclose that information, my dear. Who knows what your side might do with the latter group. They’re quite nice people. Minimalists. Good hearts. And nude? That’s hardly appropriate for every day wear.”
“Tartan. then.”
“Perhaps. I suggested it once, but I haven’t heard back.” (1)
“Leather.”
“Crowley, my dear, really?”
“What? I said you needed a new look, you said you didn’t want to intrude on any Order to make it look as though you were playing favorites. So leather it is! A fresh, modern look!”
“I don’t have the body for it.”
“Sure you do. Just . . . stay out of the biscuit tin for a bit.”
“And the dinners with you. And all that wine. And the sweets. I suppose I’ll have to start exercising. I might still have my swimming suit in a trunk somewhere.”
“The full body suit with the red and white stripes?”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
“I burnt it.” (2)
“Oh.”
“You know, the more I think about it, the more I’m vaguely repulsed by the idea. (3) Perhaps you just change up the jumper every now and then?”
“Right. Yes.”
“Dinner?”
“Of course, my dear.”
_____________________________________________
(1)It was a neatly packaged proposal, complete with sketches and fabric swatches. Aziraphale had been quite proud of that one.
(2) This wasn’t quite true. It burst into flames all by itself, after Crowley had commented on its pathetic existence and utterly horrible fashion sense. This was before Crowley decided to get house plants.
(3) This wasn’t quite true, either, unless “vaguely repulsed by the idea” was Crowley’s way of saying “getting slightly flushed by the thought so I’m going to stop thinking now and get you out of Soho. Also, note to self, stop with the trying hard enough business. Passion and lust (and that Other One) are for humans.”
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