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realityshifted2011-09-03 07:45 pm
eyesofaserpent) wrote in realityshifted2011-09-03 07:45 pm
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008 | Blast From the Past
[Crowley steps backward onto the plane, looking white as a sheet. He looks like he's seen a ghost. Well, he has.
His world had been restoring itself since that night he saw the shooting star (against all odds, mind, as the starts in the sky were gone due to the celestial way). Over the last several days some buildings had reappeared whole and people had started roaming the streets as if they'd always been there. The blood disappeared from the Thames and the ducks reappeared in St. James Park. And then his flat was restored complete with his Bentley. And Aziraphale's bookshop. Every time he turned around, something new seemed to appear.
While in the angel's bookshop, moments ago, Crowley was tapped on the shoulder. He turned, expecting a customer, but instead found Aziraphale. He stepped backwards onto the Plane instinctively.
He looks around, stunned beyond belief. That is the last person he ever expected to see again. His Aziraphale. Alive and whole, in the flesh before him. His presence felt so right, unlike when he was with the Aziraphale he'd met on the Plane. What... How.... His brain doesn't seem to be able to compute this.
Crowley heads for the bar and grabs a bottle of scotch. He just starts drinking out of the bottle.]
Bloody hell... This can't be bloody happening...
His world had been restoring itself since that night he saw the shooting star (against all odds, mind, as the starts in the sky were gone due to the celestial way). Over the last several days some buildings had reappeared whole and people had started roaming the streets as if they'd always been there. The blood disappeared from the Thames and the ducks reappeared in St. James Park. And then his flat was restored complete with his Bentley. And Aziraphale's bookshop. Every time he turned around, something new seemed to appear.
While in the angel's bookshop, moments ago, Crowley was tapped on the shoulder. He turned, expecting a customer, but instead found Aziraphale. He stepped backwards onto the Plane instinctively.
He looks around, stunned beyond belief. That is the last person he ever expected to see again. His Aziraphale. Alive and whole, in the flesh before him. His presence felt so right, unlike when he was with the Aziraphale he'd met on the Plane. What... How.... His brain doesn't seem to be able to compute this.
Crowley heads for the bar and grabs a bottle of scotch. He just starts drinking out of the bottle.]
Bloody hell... This can't be bloody happening...
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