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Title: Miniature Disasters, Minor Catastrophes
Fandom: Good Omens
Characters/Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley, but not quite; potted plants, the Bentley, Spartans, et caetera
Rating: T
Count: 50 sentences
Beta: none (high typo probability)
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1sentence 's Epsilon set - and obviously without officially entering the challenge. Typical. Also, trying to avoid slashing them in a too obvious manner.
[01: Motion]
There was something captivating in the way Aziraphale traced the spines of ancient volumes and lovingly caressed every line of text, every illumination; coaxing it into opening and revealing it's true colours to him and him alone.
[02: Cool]
Crowley didn't really care for the fact his singing was terribly off-key and that he was just butchering Fat Bottomed Girls while standing on the stage of a karaoke bar - a man (or rather: a man-shaped entity) needs a break from 'cool' every now and then, right?
[03: Young]
In the days of the Garden, Aziraphale made a mistake of sheltering a serpent from the rain - and since then found himself unable to get rid of the offending reptile.
[04: Last]
As much as it hurt to lose the Bentley, Crowley was proud that his beloved machine stayed by his side up to the Official End of the World.
[05: Wrong]
Aziraphale turned his bookshop upside down and inside out just to prove that, why yes indeed, this time Crowley was right about a thing written.
[06: Gentle]
The Angel was not sure whether the urge of carefully wrapping Crowley, currently sleeping head on his lap, in a feathery cocoon was simply his celestial 'love thy enemy' instinct kicking in.
[07: One]
A vicious look of golden eyes and their whole world shrunk to a single question: which one of them is going down this time?
[08: Thousand]
Obviously, the Eternity of Liszt aided by the Angelic Choirs was an appalling idea; but spending more than ten centuries with cranky old Beethoven and the likes of him was not much higher on Crowley's own list.
[09: King]
'King me,' he dared, looking smugly from above his glasses.
[10: Learn]
The emergency excuse, had they ever been found out: ‘It's all a well thought-out plan to learn the weak points of the Adversary in order to wile/thwart wiles more efficiently and yes, dining at the Ritz and drinking till dusk was an essential part thereof.’
[11: Blur]
The world around Madame Tracy lost it's sharpness for a moment when a relieved - and much too loud - Crowley! exploded at the back of her skull.
[12: Wait]
They were quite flustered about their own inability to occupy themselves with anything an hour before the settled meeting.
[13: Change]
Soho was perhaps nothing compared to their luxurious residences in Paris or Budapest, but a fine new start nevertheless.
[14: Command]
Letting him think he was the master and commander of their social life seemed to be the best Aziraphale could do for Crowley's work-shattered ego.
[15: Hold]
It took the warmth of Aziraphale's hand steadying his grip on the wine bottle for Crowley to realize just how worn out has this whole world-saving business left him.
[16: Need]
They could've stated hundreds of different reasons for forming their alliance; but what really triggered it was a fierce need for a decent drinking partner with a good taste in music.
[17: Vision]
Aziraphale snickered upon hearing Crowley declaring himself an Underestimated Visionary of Chaos, then offered him another drink.
[18: Attention]
Crowley's short attention span saved him from many of the Angel's book-oriented rants, thus keeping his sanity mostly intact.
[19: Soul]
Aziraphale choked on his cocoa when the crossword on his lap suddenly inquired the equivalent of soul mate to be 7 letters long.
[20: Picture]
The moment taking photographs didn't include immobilizing the client with devices the Inquisition would be proud of, sir Anthony J. Crowley tempted his friend from abroad, Herr Ziraphale, to take a picture commemorating their reunion after what he claimed 'felt like a whole century'.
[21: Fool]
Being taken for a fool had a certain advantage for Aziraphale as far as protecting his precious 'storage' went - those book-burner-wannabes never knew what hit them.
[22: Mad]
Both of them agreed that the old case of a certain polis opposing the Persian siege was pretty crazy - and they had learned all of it first-hand.
[23: Child]
Failing to forge further plausible arguments, they more often than not got reduced to sticking tongues at each other.
[24: Now]
'CROWLEY! Let go of the book this very instant!' was answered only by 'Shh, Angel, I haven't finished the page yet.'
[25: Shadow]
It took several discorporations for Crowley to understand popping out of the bookshop's darkest corners while the Angel was reading was not a preferable way of 'saying hello'.
[26: Goodbye]
Aziraphale was quite surprised Crowley actually knew the meaning behind Ethiopia.
[27: Hide]
The Demon's eyes were simply too expressive for his thoughtfully worked out image - hence the omnipresent sunglasses.
[28: Fortune]
By some ill fortune all of their past missions began with a discovery of their opposite number being stationed much too close for it to be accidental.
[29: Safe]
And there he was, one on one with his (im)mortal enemy, feeling stupidly happy and blissful with the warmth coming both from the summer sun and said enemy's back against his own.
[30: Ghost]
When the discorporated Aziraphale finally found his counterpart drinking for another night in a row, he felt quite miserable he could only wrap his ethereal self around Crowley, unable to give neither warmth nor consolation.
[31: Book]
Admittedly, the most intriguing lecture the Angel laid his eyes upon was bound in snakeskin.
[32: Eye]
The only consolation he got from the Angel after the nightly brawl, out of which he had escaped in one piece by sheer luck, was a dry comment on how well the gold of his irises stood against the newly acquired black eye.
[33: Never]
In Crowley's opinion, Aziraphale's camouflage as a human was even more perfect than his own; people would never suspect Angels of having such a poor taste in fashion.
[34: Sing]
The best thing in angelic singing, Crowley noticed, was how Aziraphale's voice faltered trying to get the highest registers right.
[35: Sudden]
Discorporations were mostly painful, always abrupt and only a prelude to a bureaucratic Hell (or Heaven respectively).
[36: Stop]
He didn't stop to glance behind on his way Down - it's not like he needed that memory where he was heading.
[37: Time]
Time passed in it's own pace, clouds were rolling over the London sky and they sipped their wine in comfortable silence, hands almost-but-not-yet touching.
[38: Wash]
During their first longer meeting after the Apocalypse-that-wasn't most time had been spent on washing, trimming and waxing the Angel's feathers, as Crowley stated that he'd rather let the Four Horsemen drive him over multiple times than show himself in public with someone who doesn't give a damn about the personal hygiene of wings ever again.
[39: Torn]
The Arrangement was a kind of a mock Free Will - always leaving them torn between Duty and Friendship.
[40: History]
Crowley and Aziraphale have pushed history forward on more than a single occasion - and yet, nobody seemed to notice.
[41: Power]
It might've been just a professional quirk, but Crowley always thought Bolero's trombone sequence to be overwhelmingly sensual.
[42: Bother]
No, really, the Demon thought in the face of his incoming doom, why bother when you've been labeled Hell's push-over from the start?
[43: God]
Aziraphale felt eternally indebted to God for looking the other way when he acted particularly un-angelic; or at least he hoped that's what He did.
[44: Wall]
There wasn't a day in West Berlin that a tall, slightly plump owner of a bookshop didn't wander by the Wall, looking up as if awaiting a reassurance from above.
[45: Naked]
He couldn't help feeling just a bit ashamed facing the unmarred beauty and grace of the human envisioning of his winged brethren.
[46: Drive]
When he finally got his bearings, Aziraphale decided there was no difference whatsoever between Crowley driving sober or after a drinking spree; except maybe for the number of damaged street lamps.
[47: Harm]
'Ineffable my ass', Crowley growled, massaging the spot where the Breeches Bible made contact with his head - not without the owner's help...
[48: Precious]
... only to be nearly ran over by a horrified Angel who just realized what exactly had he used for the missile.
[49: Hunger]
Every now and then, to a certain Serpent's amusement, a certain Angel got an unexplained urge to stuff himself full with all kinds of apples.
[50: Believe]
The time Aziraphale spent on Earth could turn anyone, even Heaven's messenger, into a bit of an atheist.
Author's commentary:
(08) Liszt is unimaginative, let's just face it.
(09) Mind you, I believe they both wear glasses
(20) Toying around with historical facts as usual; and yes, this is supposed to be happening in the beginning of 20th century
(22) Sorry, couldn't help it - sue me.
(26) A bow towards Salman Rushdie's Grimus. In short - one of the book's characters uses the word Ethiopia instead of Goodbye (Ethiopia's historical name, Abyssinia is similar in sound to I'll be seein' ya).
(29) Because, true to his serpentine nature, Crowley is bound to succumb to warmth in any form.
(41) And so does the author; but it still might be just a professional quirk.
(44) How I'd love to read an East-West Berlin Good Omens fic...
(50) And the company wasn't helping much.
Fandom: Good Omens
Characters/Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley, but not quite; potted plants, the Bentley, Spartans, et caetera
Rating: T
Count: 50 sentences
Beta: none (high typo probability)
Notes: Done using
1sentence 's Epsilon set - and obviously without officially entering the challenge. Typical. Also, trying to avoid slashing them in a too obvious manner.[01: Motion]
There was something captivating in the way Aziraphale traced the spines of ancient volumes and lovingly caressed every line of text, every illumination; coaxing it into opening and revealing it's true colours to him and him alone.
[02: Cool]
Crowley didn't really care for the fact his singing was terribly off-key and that he was just butchering Fat Bottomed Girls while standing on the stage of a karaoke bar - a man (or rather: a man-shaped entity) needs a break from 'cool' every now and then, right?
[03: Young]
In the days of the Garden, Aziraphale made a mistake of sheltering a serpent from the rain - and since then found himself unable to get rid of the offending reptile.
[04: Last]
As much as it hurt to lose the Bentley, Crowley was proud that his beloved machine stayed by his side up to the Official End of the World.
[05: Wrong]
Aziraphale turned his bookshop upside down and inside out just to prove that, why yes indeed, this time Crowley was right about a thing written.
[06: Gentle]
The Angel was not sure whether the urge of carefully wrapping Crowley, currently sleeping head on his lap, in a feathery cocoon was simply his celestial 'love thy enemy' instinct kicking in.
[07: One]
A vicious look of golden eyes and their whole world shrunk to a single question: which one of them is going down this time?
[08: Thousand]
Obviously, the Eternity of Liszt aided by the Angelic Choirs was an appalling idea; but spending more than ten centuries with cranky old Beethoven and the likes of him was not much higher on Crowley's own list.
[09: King]
'King me,' he dared, looking smugly from above his glasses.
[10: Learn]
The emergency excuse, had they ever been found out: ‘It's all a well thought-out plan to learn the weak points of the Adversary in order to wile/thwart wiles more efficiently and yes, dining at the Ritz and drinking till dusk was an essential part thereof.’
[11: Blur]
The world around Madame Tracy lost it's sharpness for a moment when a relieved - and much too loud - Crowley! exploded at the back of her skull.
[12: Wait]
They were quite flustered about their own inability to occupy themselves with anything an hour before the settled meeting.
[13: Change]
Soho was perhaps nothing compared to their luxurious residences in Paris or Budapest, but a fine new start nevertheless.
[14: Command]
Letting him think he was the master and commander of their social life seemed to be the best Aziraphale could do for Crowley's work-shattered ego.
[15: Hold]
It took the warmth of Aziraphale's hand steadying his grip on the wine bottle for Crowley to realize just how worn out has this whole world-saving business left him.
[16: Need]
They could've stated hundreds of different reasons for forming their alliance; but what really triggered it was a fierce need for a decent drinking partner with a good taste in music.
[17: Vision]
Aziraphale snickered upon hearing Crowley declaring himself an Underestimated Visionary of Chaos, then offered him another drink.
[18: Attention]
Crowley's short attention span saved him from many of the Angel's book-oriented rants, thus keeping his sanity mostly intact.
[19: Soul]
Aziraphale choked on his cocoa when the crossword on his lap suddenly inquired the equivalent of soul mate to be 7 letters long.
[20: Picture]
The moment taking photographs didn't include immobilizing the client with devices the Inquisition would be proud of, sir Anthony J. Crowley tempted his friend from abroad, Herr Ziraphale, to take a picture commemorating their reunion after what he claimed 'felt like a whole century'.
[21: Fool]
Being taken for a fool had a certain advantage for Aziraphale as far as protecting his precious 'storage' went - those book-burner-wannabes never knew what hit them.
[22: Mad]
Both of them agreed that the old case of a certain polis opposing the Persian siege was pretty crazy - and they had learned all of it first-hand.
[23: Child]
Failing to forge further plausible arguments, they more often than not got reduced to sticking tongues at each other.
[24: Now]
'CROWLEY! Let go of the book this very instant!' was answered only by 'Shh, Angel, I haven't finished the page yet.'
[25: Shadow]
It took several discorporations for Crowley to understand popping out of the bookshop's darkest corners while the Angel was reading was not a preferable way of 'saying hello'.
[26: Goodbye]
Aziraphale was quite surprised Crowley actually knew the meaning behind Ethiopia.
[27: Hide]
The Demon's eyes were simply too expressive for his thoughtfully worked out image - hence the omnipresent sunglasses.
[28: Fortune]
By some ill fortune all of their past missions began with a discovery of their opposite number being stationed much too close for it to be accidental.
[29: Safe]
And there he was, one on one with his (im)mortal enemy, feeling stupidly happy and blissful with the warmth coming both from the summer sun and said enemy's back against his own.
[30: Ghost]
When the discorporated Aziraphale finally found his counterpart drinking for another night in a row, he felt quite miserable he could only wrap his ethereal self around Crowley, unable to give neither warmth nor consolation.
[31: Book]
Admittedly, the most intriguing lecture the Angel laid his eyes upon was bound in snakeskin.
[32: Eye]
The only consolation he got from the Angel after the nightly brawl, out of which he had escaped in one piece by sheer luck, was a dry comment on how well the gold of his irises stood against the newly acquired black eye.
[33: Never]
In Crowley's opinion, Aziraphale's camouflage as a human was even more perfect than his own; people would never suspect Angels of having such a poor taste in fashion.
[34: Sing]
The best thing in angelic singing, Crowley noticed, was how Aziraphale's voice faltered trying to get the highest registers right.
[35: Sudden]
Discorporations were mostly painful, always abrupt and only a prelude to a bureaucratic Hell (or Heaven respectively).
[36: Stop]
He didn't stop to glance behind on his way Down - it's not like he needed that memory where he was heading.
[37: Time]
Time passed in it's own pace, clouds were rolling over the London sky and they sipped their wine in comfortable silence, hands almost-but-not-yet touching.
[38: Wash]
During their first longer meeting after the Apocalypse-that-wasn't most time had been spent on washing, trimming and waxing the Angel's feathers, as Crowley stated that he'd rather let the Four Horsemen drive him over multiple times than show himself in public with someone who doesn't give a damn about the personal hygiene of wings ever again.
[39: Torn]
The Arrangement was a kind of a mock Free Will - always leaving them torn between Duty and Friendship.
[40: History]
Crowley and Aziraphale have pushed history forward on more than a single occasion - and yet, nobody seemed to notice.
[41: Power]
It might've been just a professional quirk, but Crowley always thought Bolero's trombone sequence to be overwhelmingly sensual.
[42: Bother]
No, really, the Demon thought in the face of his incoming doom, why bother when you've been labeled Hell's push-over from the start?
[43: God]
Aziraphale felt eternally indebted to God for looking the other way when he acted particularly un-angelic; or at least he hoped that's what He did.
[44: Wall]
There wasn't a day in West Berlin that a tall, slightly plump owner of a bookshop didn't wander by the Wall, looking up as if awaiting a reassurance from above.
[45: Naked]
He couldn't help feeling just a bit ashamed facing the unmarred beauty and grace of the human envisioning of his winged brethren.
[46: Drive]
When he finally got his bearings, Aziraphale decided there was no difference whatsoever between Crowley driving sober or after a drinking spree; except maybe for the number of damaged street lamps.
[47: Harm]
'Ineffable my ass', Crowley growled, massaging the spot where the Breeches Bible made contact with his head - not without the owner's help...
[48: Precious]
... only to be nearly ran over by a horrified Angel who just realized what exactly had he used for the missile.
[49: Hunger]
Every now and then, to a certain Serpent's amusement, a certain Angel got an unexplained urge to stuff himself full with all kinds of apples.
[50: Believe]
The time Aziraphale spent on Earth could turn anyone, even Heaven's messenger, into a bit of an atheist.
Author's commentary:
(08) Liszt is unimaginative, let's just face it.
(09) Mind you, I believe they both wear glasses
(20) Toying around with historical facts as usual; and yes, this is supposed to be happening in the beginning of 20th century
(22) Sorry, couldn't help it - sue me.
(26) A bow towards Salman Rushdie's Grimus. In short - one of the book's characters uses the word Ethiopia instead of Goodbye (Ethiopia's historical name, Abyssinia is similar in sound to I'll be seein' ya).
(29) Because, true to his serpentine nature, Crowley is bound to succumb to warmth in any form.
(41) And so does the author; but it still might be just a professional quirk.
(44) How I'd love to read an East-West Berlin Good Omens fic...
(50) And the company wasn't helping much.
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