Before Good Omens: I don't like Queen
After Good Omens: I still don't like Queen, but I have to listen to CERTAIN songs several times a day to properly daydream of Crowley and Aziraphale being happily in love
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Before Good Omens: I don't like Queen
After Good Omens: I still don't like Queen, but I have to listen to CERTAIN songs several times a day to properly daydream of Crowley and Aziraphale being happily in love
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“So, do you get this excited about this all the time or is it just a rare occurrence for you?”
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“Is it good or bad that I’m unfazed by this entire predicament we’re in?” She had asked as she leaned against her hand, pressed against the wall as support. Which was a good question to ask considering that most would have panicking but, she felt...nothing. Nothing at all and that feeling itself had given her a hint of self-concern.
@ineffablemum because it’s necessary
“Either I’m hallucinating and for some reason, this--“
There’s a pause for a vague and quite disrespectful gesture.
“--is what God looks like in my head, or I’ve died. Which is it?“
@ineffablemum wanted to see her little ( demon ) boy!
when he was an ANGEL, he’d once been able to sense the presence of love. he knew it like a familiar scent, like fresh bread at that lovely little café on the corner. one whiff of the air and it made itself known to him clearer than mortal eyes could ever see. he'd felt so very much of it in heaven; he could have nearly drowned in it.
but that was a Very, Very Long Time Ago, and love gave him up for dead when he hit the ground beyond the gates. now all that he can sense are wants. dark desires, simmering resentment, silent wishes for society’s sense of propriety and decorum to fall away for just one measly little minute so one could, to use one of zira’s favorite phrases, go positively apeshit. and all he senses when god Herself stands before him on an otherwise lovely day out --- and he knows it’s what he’s sensing when the sound of a minor traffic collision echoes up the street behind him --- is his own desire to about - face and walk back the other way.
but he doesn’t dare. so he stands there, hands in his pockets and shoulders bunched almost to his ears, and he smiles in the twitchy manner of someone who would rather be ANYWHERE BUT HERE.
‘ ah. for future reference, you’ll find that my personal availability runs quite parallel to that of my bookshop. opening hours are thirty minutes from four o’clock to four - thirty on sundays, and oh, look at the time --- i’m afraid WE’RE CLOSED. try again another day. ‘
@ineffablemum ♥’ed for a starter
“Why?” is the last question he’ll probably ever get to ask of HER. There were others before, much worse than him. He never meant wrong, he just wanted to know, to understand HER plan.
Maybe it was the wrong company that led him astray, the wrong kind of people – well, not exactly people. Lucifer and others. Maybe he should have been more careful, but what does that say about HER? What kind of mother casts her own children away?
He is angry, and he is terrified, more than he’s ever been. You can’t be mad at GOD, but he is, because it’s just not fair. How can being thrown away be fair? He knows what comes next, heard of it anyway – he’ll get a new name, a new set of wings, and that lot on the other side seem to really like the forms of crawling and buzzing things. He doesn’t want to be one of them.
He just wants one answer. One simple answer to make up for all the questions he’s ever asked.
@ineffablemum || closed starter
It’s a very strange thing, coming into existence so suddenly. Fully formed, fully aware, complete with wings as a proper angel should be. Ellios- was that his name? It felt right- lifted one hand, and then the other, to touch his hair. Clouds. It felt like clouds, or at least what he thought clouds to feel like. Come to think of it, what was a cloud? Through his head, questions absolutely stampeded through, some with obvious answers. His name was Ellios, he was an angel, and he was in Heaven. And suddenly, he was aware he wasn’t alone.
A woman, or perhaps merely a woman’s appearance, was there too. Ellios simply looked at her for a long moment before speaking. His first words.
“Who are you?” Somehow he thought he already knew the answer. He knew her. Or really, she knew him.
@ineffablemum
“I can’t tell you how frustrating it is when your children don’t do as you tell them,” Lilith sighed as she banished one of her more troublesome demonic children back to the Pit, before turning to look at her own dear Mommy, with a smirk of a smile on her red lips, “Well, maybe I don’t have to. After all, there’s always one rebellion or another happening.....isn’t there?” She brushed off her hands the dust left from the little banishment.
“It’s actually why I’m glad I’ve....caught your attention,” She added, taking a seat on a wall, legs crossed, “In fact,” She bit her lip playfully, “I might have encouraged this little destructive....incident. Though he did get a bit carried away” She added with a roll of the eyes, “Men always do”