UPDATE: 6/19/2019
In honor of the TV series coming out and having glorious, gorgeous nonbinary Pollution, I polished this piece up and posted it over at AO3: /works/19133065
Please enjoy! I am leaving the original work here, as is, for archival purposes.
So Damn Beautiful
A Good Omens drabble
By Suchan deFamine
As promised, long ago.
Starring War and Pollution in their humanoid forms
So Damn Beautiful
The sun was setting, again, like it had every other night, every other night since the dawn of time. Ever since Light had been invented, Dark had gone along with it to cover the night shift. It was the violent mingling of the two that he liked most. The brilliant, subtle explosions of colour, the shift from complete light to having to fight over a space of sky with the black and deep purple of dark. The golden, robust light was mingling with a dark, brooding bruise of Night. The product of their battle, Twilight.
He sighed, and was pleased to find that a patch of grass was withering with exceptional style where his fingertips ran across the grass like a wayward, uncertain turtle. His touch twisted them in agonising shapes and colours, twisted in unnatural ways by the poison of his being. A light smirk graced his face, then was gone. He returned his attention to the river, with its Louvre-worthy sculptures of toxic foam, the surface glistening with a venomous film, fish floating here and there, the fading light, fatigued now, as darkness fell upon it, making a last, exhausted effort to glint off the shiny scales.
"I thought I'd find you here," said a soft, silky voice, bordering on a whisper. Pollution looked up into the faintly smiling face of War. She looked at him suddenly, blood-filled orange eyes smiling.
"It's the best place to be when the light dies each day." They shared a smile that said nothing and everything, and turned to look at the filthy river Uck, whose rainbow-swirled eddies were reflecting the last, feeble rays of Light. After a while, he put his head to one side thoughtfully. "You know, Adam kind of put us out of business in Tadfield. I know you're always busy in the Middle East," he said quietly, while War smiled viciously, remembering fondly the carnage wrought there, "but…would you care for a short vacation? Just a small romp through unpolluted, peaceful areas?"
War stared out at the rising dark, smiling. "I'd like that," she said quietly. "Where are we going?"
"Where else?" Pollution laughed, tossing his long, white ponytail. "America!" War grinned excitedly.
"All right." They turned to watch the very last inkling of the sunset. War pulled her hand away. "If you ruin my nail job, I'm going to…well, seriously maim you."
"Would I do that to you?" Pollution asked honestly, sweetly. War looked at him, put her hand in his. Smiled.
"I suppose not." A lovely warmth flared up in her heart. "Can't wait to see America again." She didn't look at him, but closed her eyes, leaning into his shoulder. "Especially with you."
Streetlamps had been winking on, one by one, as Darkness took his place in the sky, and cars rushing past blared their headlights at everyone else. It wasn't real light, no, they'd have to wait until morning. But by then, they'd be hours away, sitting on some rooftop while vehement fights broke out on every floor in the apartment complex below them, watching the first feeble, triumphant rays of Dawn through the smog of the city, inhaling the grime and violence around them. Because, after all, there's nothing quite like watching the sunrise among the things, and people, you love.
Fin.
…Well? I tried. I know the one I wrote before was better, but I like the way this try turned out.
