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tampered2007-02-11 09:36 pm
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WHEN; Just after this whole mess, later in the evening.
RATING; TBA!
CHARACTERS; Alexiel [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
againstgod ], Aziraphale [ wingedly ], & Lucifer [ alexielobsessed ].
SUMMARY; Tea invitations, new meetings, and a slightly hysterical angel.
LOG;
Well. Today could very have assuredly taken a one angel’s touchingly literature fanatical brain, shoved it into the nearest baking appliance, pressed the button to start the agonizing deterioration of everything he had ever nearly held dear to his heart and laid it out to dry forlornly on the street pavement so very foreign to him, at the present. For as far back as he could remember, which approximately scaled a good six thousand years give or take a few minor incidents one might rightly be pleased in forgetting, he had failed to be thoroughly informed about all the detailed facts pertaining to a one renowned Sovereign of Hell. One, why hadn’t the Upstairs ever properly held a meeting on the whole thing, especially due to the fallen angel’s supposed famed taste in the culinary arts? Two, who in the world would properly consider describing the Devil as ‘charismatic’, when such formerly used words that have to do with everything in the realm of ‘malevolence’ could be taken into account instead?
Quite befuddled to the point of mentally philosophical exhaustion, Aziraphale briefly glanced about the surrounding area with two wide pairs of impossibly light blue eyes and couldn’t help but sigh heavily out his pinkish nose, trying not to rely too much on the fact that he seemed to be in need of breathing at the moment, a more unnecessary quality at best. Spreading his wings from out behind his shoulder blades most wearily, he felt it was not only his duty to attend the foregoing tea party now at hand, as well as a hopeful attempt at companionship where there seemed to be little to no explanation of this new place, at large. A few more minutes than it really should have taken to make it to the Cathedral in question, the newly arrived angel more so stumbled onto the ground than usually one of his nature would have landed gracefully, he took in the sights of the beautifully designed architecture and nearly felt right at home, or at least passing over a few hundred years.
"Oh my." Frowning, Aziraphale pushed delicate pale fingers into the pockets of his overcoat and caught sight of the good variety of feathers that had trailed in his wake, leading right up to the door of the building in question as if he were trying to imitate something of a storybook tale he’d heard quite a while ago. Nothing left to loose, aside from what he’d already seemed to by all the fretting he had done in the past few hours, the angel meekly raised a hand to knock upon the solid door in front of him and tried his best to put on an expression that didn’t point so glaringly at his obvious discomfort.
RATING; TBA!
CHARACTERS; Alexiel [
againstgod ], Aziraphale [ wingedly ], & Lucifer [ alexielobsessed ].SUMMARY; Tea invitations, new meetings, and a slightly hysterical angel.
LOG;
Well. Today could very have assuredly taken a one angel’s touchingly literature fanatical brain, shoved it into the nearest baking appliance, pressed the button to start the agonizing deterioration of everything he had ever nearly held dear to his heart and laid it out to dry forlornly on the street pavement so very foreign to him, at the present. For as far back as he could remember, which approximately scaled a good six thousand years give or take a few minor incidents one might rightly be pleased in forgetting, he had failed to be thoroughly informed about all the detailed facts pertaining to a one renowned Sovereign of Hell. One, why hadn’t the Upstairs ever properly held a meeting on the whole thing, especially due to the fallen angel’s supposed famed taste in the culinary arts? Two, who in the world would properly consider describing the Devil as ‘charismatic’, when such formerly used words that have to do with everything in the realm of ‘malevolence’ could be taken into account instead?
Quite befuddled to the point of mentally philosophical exhaustion, Aziraphale briefly glanced about the surrounding area with two wide pairs of impossibly light blue eyes and couldn’t help but sigh heavily out his pinkish nose, trying not to rely too much on the fact that he seemed to be in need of breathing at the moment, a more unnecessary quality at best. Spreading his wings from out behind his shoulder blades most wearily, he felt it was not only his duty to attend the foregoing tea party now at hand, as well as a hopeful attempt at companionship where there seemed to be little to no explanation of this new place, at large. A few more minutes than it really should have taken to make it to the Cathedral in question, the newly arrived angel more so stumbled onto the ground than usually one of his nature would have landed gracefully, he took in the sights of the beautifully designed architecture and nearly felt right at home, or at least passing over a few hundred years.
"Oh my." Frowning, Aziraphale pushed delicate pale fingers into the pockets of his overcoat and caught sight of the good variety of feathers that had trailed in his wake, leading right up to the door of the building in question as if he were trying to imitate something of a storybook tale he’d heard quite a while ago. Nothing left to loose, aside from what he’d already seemed to by all the fretting he had done in the past few hours, the angel meekly raised a hand to knock upon the solid door in front of him and tried his best to put on an expression that didn’t point so glaringly at his obvious discomfort.