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tampered2007-02-19 09:32 pm
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{ ONGOING! }
WHEN; Well into the late evening, early night.
RATING; Not sure! >D
CHARACTERS; Aziraphale [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wingedly ] & Crowley [ saunturing_down ].
SUMMARY; Um, they’re really too angsty for their own good, yanno. XD To make this short, it follows a while after this entry was made and the subject of the angel’s possible fall from grace will be discussed.
LOG;
It was almost as if being at home once more, preferably one that was a considerable deal more chaotic than how he had recalled leaving it behind, for there were empty tea cups strewn about the wooden flooring, varied mythological books on angelic hierarchy detailing which one must perform what tasks lying about, while pallid chalk dusted about here and there over the contents of the room as if it were snow, despite the rather glaring circle that had been haphazardly drawn about the perimeter of the vicinity itself. As if it had been turned into a righteous battlefield. Certainly what would be the most decidedly odd aspect about the bedroom at large, would be the bed situated farthest from the locked window where two purely white appendages were protruding out from underneath the furniture itself along with the sheets hanging low to the ground which made it rather difficult to decipher what type of being lay beneath it, obviously hiding. One wing had been seemingly forced to compensate with the now cluttered space of the room, downy soft feathers climbing up the nearest wall while it’s counterpart expanded over the flat expanse of the wooden flooring, spread out wide to unknowingly express a most vulnerable angel must be attached to them both.
A rather despairing moan followed as the angel proceeded to gradually awaken from a long dream, a frown of befuddlement crossing his expression as he attempted to regain something of what he had been doing the past few hours, which presented itself in the form of a crinkled page having stuck to his flushed cheek as he picked up his head and gazed blankly down at the open book. Lifting himself upward on his elbows as much as he could due to the lower level of the bed above him, he began to read what was lying in front of him out of undoubted curiosity, a trait he had always had a bit of a difficulty repressing, It is at this point that God expels them from Eden, to keep Adam and Eve from partaking of the Tree of Life. The story says that God placed cherubim with a flaming sword to guard against any future entrance into the garden.
Fingers unknowingly dug into the wooden floorboards, the unfortunate piece of literature being flung across the expanse of the room and into the locked door with a fairly loud bang, Aziraphale’s flaring regret almost immediately dying down to give way to a damning wave of shame where he was compelled to collapse back onto the floor, glassy cobalt gaze wide. It took a whole two minutes before the angel proceeded to become aware of the fact that he was crying, a soft noise in despair escaping from his throat as he allowed his head to drop back down onto the floor with a satisfied thud, trying to sort everything out when it was improbable not to loose control, again.
RATING; Not sure! >D
CHARACTERS; Aziraphale [
wingedly ] & Crowley [ saunturing_down ].SUMMARY; Um, they’re really too angsty for their own good, yanno. XD To make this short, it follows a while after this entry was made and the subject of the angel’s possible fall from grace will be discussed.
LOG;
It was almost as if being at home once more, preferably one that was a considerable deal more chaotic than how he had recalled leaving it behind, for there were empty tea cups strewn about the wooden flooring, varied mythological books on angelic hierarchy detailing which one must perform what tasks lying about, while pallid chalk dusted about here and there over the contents of the room as if it were snow, despite the rather glaring circle that had been haphazardly drawn about the perimeter of the vicinity itself. As if it had been turned into a righteous battlefield. Certainly what would be the most decidedly odd aspect about the bedroom at large, would be the bed situated farthest from the locked window where two purely white appendages were protruding out from underneath the furniture itself along with the sheets hanging low to the ground which made it rather difficult to decipher what type of being lay beneath it, obviously hiding. One wing had been seemingly forced to compensate with the now cluttered space of the room, downy soft feathers climbing up the nearest wall while it’s counterpart expanded over the flat expanse of the wooden flooring, spread out wide to unknowingly express a most vulnerable angel must be attached to them both.
A rather despairing moan followed as the angel proceeded to gradually awaken from a long dream, a frown of befuddlement crossing his expression as he attempted to regain something of what he had been doing the past few hours, which presented itself in the form of a crinkled page having stuck to his flushed cheek as he picked up his head and gazed blankly down at the open book. Lifting himself upward on his elbows as much as he could due to the lower level of the bed above him, he began to read what was lying in front of him out of undoubted curiosity, a trait he had always had a bit of a difficulty repressing, It is at this point that God expels them from Eden, to keep Adam and Eve from partaking of the Tree of Life. The story says that God placed cherubim with a flaming sword to guard against any future entrance into the garden.
Fingers unknowingly dug into the wooden floorboards, the unfortunate piece of literature being flung across the expanse of the room and into the locked door with a fairly loud bang, Aziraphale’s flaring regret almost immediately dying down to give way to a damning wave of shame where he was compelled to collapse back onto the floor, glassy cobalt gaze wide. It took a whole two minutes before the angel proceeded to become aware of the fact that he was crying, a soft noise in despair escaping from his throat as he allowed his head to drop back down onto the floor with a satisfied thud, trying to sort everything out when it was improbable not to loose control, again.
no subject
He hissed into the angel's mouth, pulling him tightly up against him so they fit just right, and tilted his head just enough for him to slip his tongue into the other's mouth, flicking and tasting.
One hand slide down over Aziraphale's lower back to cup his rear, pulling him closer.