Author: Alisandra (angelflame55@hotmail.com)
Title: Before the Fall
Rating: PG, slashiness in the near future.
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale, eventually.
Summary: Once upon a time in a silver city, two angels met...
Archive: *g* just ask
Disclaimer: Crowley and Aziraphale belong to Gneil and Pterry. Unfortunately. *pout*
Notes: Thanks to Jemisard for letting me steal her name for the angelic Crowley :) and thanks to Ren and Janie for (much needed) beta-ing, since this is my first fic.
Feedback is nice, C&C appreciated. There will be more soon, unless I get told to stop mauling the poor loves and go back to writing atrocious poetry…
Once, an eternal time ago, the only beings in Creation were God and his angels. Then, the Fall and the Earth were merely distant sparks in the Creator's mind; threads yet to be woven into the Ineffable Plan. Then, Lucifer was still God's lieutenant and his dearest son, firstborn and best- loved. Then, all of angel stock walked the Silver City and lived, loved and learnt in the name of their Lord, the same Lord of them all.
One morning*, one of these angels wandered through the shimmering streets. If any creatures other than angels had been present to observe, they would have found it almost impossible to distinguish him from the others that passed on the crowded streets. They all appeared almost the same – hair in various shades of white-blonde, ice blue eyes, wings and robes so pure it was impossible to tell their colour, and disturbing-beautiful, androgynous bodies. **
The wandering angel was rudely shocked out of his musings on the greater glory of his Creator when he was interrupted by another body making contact with him. This was an almost unheard of occurrence – then, the angels still (with the exception of Lucifer) shared a sort of hive-mind, a group awareness that ensured perfect harmony. The first angel looked accusingly down at the one who had interrupted his thoughts. If their exchange had been translated into speech, it would have gone
Angel 1: What did you have to go and do that for?
Angel 2: Very sorry, sir. Wasn't looking where I was going. Er, must dash.
Angel 1: Hmm. Don't I know you?
Angel 1 (thinks): Youngish, looks a lot like everyone else. What's the name?
It was perhaps unsurprising that the angel had trouble with names. Both individuality and naming were new ideas, barely more than a few star-cycles old, and most angelic circles were unsure about it all. Wouldn't it disrupt harmony? While only the unique (and somewhat spoilt) Lucifer would actually dare question, the senior angels, unaware of the individualistic nature of their musings, did wonder.
While Angel 1 pondered, Angel 2 (in general a cautious fan of the whole individualism gig) interpreted a part of the silence correctly and said, "I'm Calaei."
"Oh." A long pause. "Aziraphale."
"Oh."
And that was the first meeting.
* Morning, for lack of a better word. There were no mornings, or evenings, or indeed days, back then.
** Androgynous, of course, because then there were no men and women. You get the picture.
Title: Before the Fall
Rating: PG, slashiness in the near future.
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale, eventually.
Summary: Once upon a time in a silver city, two angels met...
Archive: *g* just ask
Disclaimer: Crowley and Aziraphale belong to Gneil and Pterry. Unfortunately. *pout*
Notes: Thanks to Jemisard for letting me steal her name for the angelic Crowley :) and thanks to Ren and Janie for (much needed) beta-ing, since this is my first fic.
Feedback is nice, C&C appreciated. There will be more soon, unless I get told to stop mauling the poor loves and go back to writing atrocious poetry…
Once, an eternal time ago, the only beings in Creation were God and his angels. Then, the Fall and the Earth were merely distant sparks in the Creator's mind; threads yet to be woven into the Ineffable Plan. Then, Lucifer was still God's lieutenant and his dearest son, firstborn and best- loved. Then, all of angel stock walked the Silver City and lived, loved and learnt in the name of their Lord, the same Lord of them all.
One morning*, one of these angels wandered through the shimmering streets. If any creatures other than angels had been present to observe, they would have found it almost impossible to distinguish him from the others that passed on the crowded streets. They all appeared almost the same – hair in various shades of white-blonde, ice blue eyes, wings and robes so pure it was impossible to tell their colour, and disturbing-beautiful, androgynous bodies. **
The wandering angel was rudely shocked out of his musings on the greater glory of his Creator when he was interrupted by another body making contact with him. This was an almost unheard of occurrence – then, the angels still (with the exception of Lucifer) shared a sort of hive-mind, a group awareness that ensured perfect harmony. The first angel looked accusingly down at the one who had interrupted his thoughts. If their exchange had been translated into speech, it would have gone
Angel 1: What did you have to go and do that for?
Angel 2: Very sorry, sir. Wasn't looking where I was going. Er, must dash.
Angel 1: Hmm. Don't I know you?
Angel 1 (thinks): Youngish, looks a lot like everyone else. What's the name?
It was perhaps unsurprising that the angel had trouble with names. Both individuality and naming were new ideas, barely more than a few star-cycles old, and most angelic circles were unsure about it all. Wouldn't it disrupt harmony? While only the unique (and somewhat spoilt) Lucifer would actually dare question, the senior angels, unaware of the individualistic nature of their musings, did wonder.
While Angel 1 pondered, Angel 2 (in general a cautious fan of the whole individualism gig) interpreted a part of the silence correctly and said, "I'm Calaei."
"Oh." A long pause. "Aziraphale."
"Oh."
And that was the first meeting.
* Morning, for lack of a better word. There were no mornings, or evenings, or indeed days, back then.
** Androgynous, of course, because then there were no men and women. You get the picture.