For the ones who dream of windows and doors.
Disclaimer : I love Pullman and Gaiman, but I'm only a teenager using their universe.
Fandoms : Neverwhere and His Dark Materials
Words : 200+
Genre : General
Main characters : Lyra Belacqua, the angel Islington
A new start
All was quiet, there. After a few seconds of reflection, it didn't look like hell. It wasn't heaven either, as far as they could judge. They were in the middle of a village. It looked deserted. The night had already fallen. There wasn't any cloud in the sky of the color of an ink bottle : a deep dark blue almost black. There were stars, though. Big bright ones.
Except for the wind, blowing loudly in the village, there wasn't any noise. It was silent, although it wasn't totally empty. A girl appeared, out of nowhere, in the main street. When she saw the three strangers waiting in front of the church, she joined them.
"Hello. Who are you ?" she questioned, a bit afraid.
"What about you ?" one of the men asked back.
"I'm Lyra Belacqua." the girl retorted, waiting for their presentation. "I thought all the windows were closed."
"Here are Mr Croup and Mr Vandemar, my colleagues. I am called Islington, young lady."
The man extended his hand with courtesy.
He was smirking. He was so angry. And it seemed it was time to Lady Door to pay for it. How lovely. Revenge'll come, and the lady will not see it coming.
"You were speaking of windows, Lyra ?" the angel asked, raising an eyebrow politely, trying to hide his grin.
Leave by the door and come back by the window.
Yes, she'll definitely not see that coming.