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Jun. 29th, 2006 02:34 pmIt's so very close to methodical that it would be hard to tell the difference; it's not so much pre-planned, though, as it is a series of activities that will put off any sort of thinking until he's well away from here. The sofa that Crowley helped him buy won't exactly be the most helpful of settings, he thinks. Or would. If he were.
Instead he unplugs any electrical appliances, switches off the boiler, gets a spare key cut so the nice young lady next door can water the plants. She's thinking of taking a course at a local college in ancient history - it's always been something of an interest of hers - and he insists that she borrow any books that might be of use. (He doesn't copy her a key to the cabinets in the back room though, of course. 'Love thy neighbour' only carries one so far.) For one reason or another their conversations had never really got around to Suetonius, Tacitus, that sort of thing; you learn something new every day.
He packs a few essentials - tea, Oscar, a notepad and pen - and deliberately doesn't think of the black feather pinned to the inside of his jacket because thinking about it would lead to his unpinning it and he's really not sure whether that's - he doesn't think about it. Not yet.
He's know Crowley over six thousand years, now. Had an informal sort of agreement for going on nine hundred, and it was more than three hundred years ago that he gave in and admitted a feeling that had been waiting in the wings for far longer. Ethereals, having all that time to play with, aren't exactly the quickest on the uptake.
It's funny, though. All that time, and he never would have - clearly hadn't even the faintest idea that...
You learn something new every day.
'Dora,
Take very good care of you and yours, won't you? The danger is past, for the moment, and you've things to celebrate and a family to look after so I shall potter off with as little fuss as possible. I have - there are a lot of things I believe I need to think about, and I can't - Crowley needs Milliways far more than I. I'm sure I shall be back before you know it, but in the meantime do be careful and be happy, dearest.
All my love,
Aziraphael.
PS please tell Crowley... please tell Crowley I'll be back.
Instead he unplugs any electrical appliances, switches off the boiler, gets a spare key cut so the nice young lady next door can water the plants. She's thinking of taking a course at a local college in ancient history - it's always been something of an interest of hers - and he insists that she borrow any books that might be of use. (He doesn't copy her a key to the cabinets in the back room though, of course. 'Love thy neighbour' only carries one so far.) For one reason or another their conversations had never really got around to Suetonius, Tacitus, that sort of thing; you learn something new every day.
He packs a few essentials - tea, Oscar, a notepad and pen - and deliberately doesn't think of the black feather pinned to the inside of his jacket because thinking about it would lead to his unpinning it and he's really not sure whether that's - he doesn't think about it. Not yet.
He's know Crowley over six thousand years, now. Had an informal sort of agreement for going on nine hundred, and it was more than three hundred years ago that he gave in and admitted a feeling that had been waiting in the wings for far longer. Ethereals, having all that time to play with, aren't exactly the quickest on the uptake.
It's funny, though. All that time, and he never would have - clearly hadn't even the faintest idea that...
You learn something new every day.
'Dora,
Take very good care of you and yours, won't you? The danger is past, for the moment, and you've things to celebrate and a family to look after so I shall potter off with as little fuss as possible. I have - there are a lot of things I believe I need to think about, and I can't - Crowley needs Milliways far more than I. I'm sure I shall be back before you know it, but in the meantime do be careful and be happy, dearest.
All my love,
Aziraphael.
PS please tell Crowley... please tell Crowley I'll be back.
