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slashthedrabble2009-12-03 06:55 pm
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Good Omens drabble: "you never looked so sane" Aziraphale/Crowley, PG
Title you never looked so sane
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating/Warnings: PG; a dark-ish take on a light novel
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Disclaimer: It wasn’t my brilliant two minds that came up with this.
Note There’s two altering substances: religion and love, each pulling in a different direction. Perhaps that may offend some, but that’s where I went. Interestingly enough, the song from which the title takes its name was written while the artist visited Lucifer under the influence of some mind-altering substance.
“Thou shall not,” the Word says, and Aziraphale has always gone by the Word, even though he knows the Word can be misprinted and the Word is just a word, not a feeling. Love is the ultimate feeling, but the expression of this love is forbidden.
“Thou shall,” his vile tempter hisses, and Aziraphale should thwart him, but Love is redeeming forgiveness, and he questions the Word with every brush of the serpent’s skin against his own. Perhaps he, Mr. Fell, will Fall, or has already Fallen. Perhaps he has already sauntered vaguely downwards – into another’s arms. Time will tell.
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating/Warnings: PG; a dark-ish take on a light novel
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Disclaimer: It wasn’t my brilliant two minds that came up with this.
Note There’s two altering substances: religion and love, each pulling in a different direction. Perhaps that may offend some, but that’s where I went. Interestingly enough, the song from which the title takes its name was written while the artist visited Lucifer under the influence of some mind-altering substance.
“Thou shall not,” the Word says, and Aziraphale has always gone by the Word, even though he knows the Word can be misprinted and the Word is just a word, not a feeling. Love is the ultimate feeling, but the expression of this love is forbidden.
“Thou shall,” his vile tempter hisses, and Aziraphale should thwart him, but Love is redeeming forgiveness, and he questions the Word with every brush of the serpent’s skin against his own. Perhaps he, Mr. Fell, will Fall, or has already Fallen. Perhaps he has already sauntered vaguely downwards – into another’s arms. Time will tell.