Chapter 2- Azriphale wishes he could be worried.
These people still aren't mine.
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Azriphale was starting to get frustrated with life. As an angel he was limited to four emotions: unconditional love, unconditional happiness and unconditional calm. The fourth was unconditional frustration. He longed to get really angry and shout at something. Crowly for preference. He longed to hate somebody. Crowly again, although he wouldn't mind hating Metaron. He longed to feel more than the same dull love for someone. Crowly… hmmm.
He wanted passion, excitement, embarrassment, jealousy, fear. Even pain, although not for too long. He wanted to scream and cry and laugh. In short, the Angel of the Eastern Gate wanted to be more human (while still having immortality and the other angelic luxuries).
He knew Crowly had access to all the emotion humans had. He felt black. A colour when all other colours were mixed. The only things he couldn't feel were the ones Azriphale could[i], although recently the demon had opted for sheer exhaustion, hate for his in car tape player and a strange feeling Azriphale had never encountered before. The angel would find it worrying, but he couldn't.
Crowly. More and more these days his thoughts turned to the pale, amber- eyed demon with his glasses and floppy black hair. Now there was a being worth more then his limited emotions…
The angel turned his thoughts back to the task at hand. Heaven had discovered email, and had sent Azriphale a computer to replace the familiar circle of white candles. Now all the angel had to do was figure out how the thing worked.
He bashed it again. Nothing happened. He had done everything he could think of, even tried throwing out the window. But to no avail. Well, desperate times called for desperate measures. He picked up the phone and dialled,
Bring, bring bring, bring bri- "Hello?"
"Good afternoon, Crowly my dear"
"Zira? Ah, listen. We need to talk."
"Indeed. Well I rang you for that reason."
"The Ritz in half an hour"
"Half an hour? My dear, you are in the middle of Dartmoor. It will take you four hours to bring the car up here." Azriphale knew Crowly could arrive now if he so wished, but it would mean leaving behind the Bentley. The demon would rather swallow holy water.
The receiver was silent. Azriphale could sense that Crowly was coming to an important decision, and that the answer would make frustrated.
"I am going to leave it here" OOOOooohhhhhhhh dear. This was bad. Very bad.
"Crowly, what is wrong? You feel…tense. Afraid"
"I can't say yet. Not now. I need to speak to your face."
"Alright. Half an hour but at my shop instead."
"Y-es. Yes that's good. Bye Zira." The demon hung up.
If he could, Azriphale would have been very worried. Very worried indeed.
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Please review or I'll set the Clangers on you.
----------------------- [i] Apart from frustration. God had lumbered all its creations with this one. It found it incredibly funny.
These people still aren't mine.
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Azriphale was starting to get frustrated with life. As an angel he was limited to four emotions: unconditional love, unconditional happiness and unconditional calm. The fourth was unconditional frustration. He longed to get really angry and shout at something. Crowly for preference. He longed to hate somebody. Crowly again, although he wouldn't mind hating Metaron. He longed to feel more than the same dull love for someone. Crowly… hmmm.
He wanted passion, excitement, embarrassment, jealousy, fear. Even pain, although not for too long. He wanted to scream and cry and laugh. In short, the Angel of the Eastern Gate wanted to be more human (while still having immortality and the other angelic luxuries).
He knew Crowly had access to all the emotion humans had. He felt black. A colour when all other colours were mixed. The only things he couldn't feel were the ones Azriphale could[i], although recently the demon had opted for sheer exhaustion, hate for his in car tape player and a strange feeling Azriphale had never encountered before. The angel would find it worrying, but he couldn't.
Crowly. More and more these days his thoughts turned to the pale, amber- eyed demon with his glasses and floppy black hair. Now there was a being worth more then his limited emotions…
The angel turned his thoughts back to the task at hand. Heaven had discovered email, and had sent Azriphale a computer to replace the familiar circle of white candles. Now all the angel had to do was figure out how the thing worked.
He bashed it again. Nothing happened. He had done everything he could think of, even tried throwing out the window. But to no avail. Well, desperate times called for desperate measures. He picked up the phone and dialled,
Bring, bring bring, bring bri- "Hello?"
"Good afternoon, Crowly my dear"
"Zira? Ah, listen. We need to talk."
"Indeed. Well I rang you for that reason."
"The Ritz in half an hour"
"Half an hour? My dear, you are in the middle of Dartmoor. It will take you four hours to bring the car up here." Azriphale knew Crowly could arrive now if he so wished, but it would mean leaving behind the Bentley. The demon would rather swallow holy water.
The receiver was silent. Azriphale could sense that Crowly was coming to an important decision, and that the answer would make frustrated.
"I am going to leave it here" OOOOooohhhhhhhh dear. This was bad. Very bad.
"Crowly, what is wrong? You feel…tense. Afraid"
"I can't say yet. Not now. I need to speak to your face."
"Alright. Half an hour but at my shop instead."
"Y-es. Yes that's good. Bye Zira." The demon hung up.
If he could, Azriphale would have been very worried. Very worried indeed.
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Please review or I'll set the Clangers on you.
----------------------- [i] Apart from frustration. God had lumbered all its creations with this one. It found it incredibly funny.
