Heaven had been different before the fall. Some would argue better, Uriel would argue better, but it was best to keep quiet about that. Back in those days there’d been color. There’d been laughter and music everywhere you went, and she soaked up all of it until she felt like she’d burst. And then it all went away. You couldn’t say you were disappointed because that’d been the price of getting rid of Evil. Didn’t you want to get rid of Evil? Even if you found someone who’d admit they were sad, it was never for a superficial reason like hating the stark-white silence. Or, even worse, a ludicrous reason like thinking that Heaven had lost its joy. It was always just a sadness that the others had been so blind and horrid that they needed to fall. Eventually, nobody brought it up at all. A new Heaven took a new personality. Uriel had constructed a very good one, if she did say so herself. Unfortunately, though, she’d never managed to get rid of all of those pesky leftovers from old Heaven.
It was a modern ceiling fan, Crowley had insisted.
To Aziraphale, it looked like every other one he'd ever bothered to notice. But there was a slight curve to the blades that maximized airflow and a price tag for twice the norm. Perfect for hot, sticky days where you otherwise wouldn't be able to sleep as the explanation went.
Crowley promptly demonstrated, after telling Aziraphale to give it a try.
He'd dutifully laid in bed, and closed his eyes, but there had to be a lot more to it than that. He was sure there was something more to the experience than listening to the soft whir and click of the fan and feeling the crisp silk sheets benea
Get Away
He couldn't exactly get angry, he reminded himself as he loaded the gear into his canoe. He hadn't told anybody that he wanted anything, after all, and it wasn't as if they wouldn't be used to him being quiet in meetings.
Not that it wasn't on them, too. They were family after all, and even if they were selfish fucks they could have at least looked at a calendar. His Dad would have chided him, though, for expecting anything that he hadn't gone out of his way to make happen. He really should have told them straight, considering it was so important.
The only way he could think to take the lead made things artificial. He'd rathe
Potluck
The fork jabbed, more roughly than intended, into the steak, and with a few quick saws a good-sized chunk had been removed. The blood had begun to pool out of the meat by the time Lloyd had brought it to his mouth and begun to chew.
Oliver winced and returned to his salad.
The two of them didn't mind working with one another, on a professional level. Lloyd was an expert on logistics, which made the life of a manufacturer infinitely easier, and together their projects were done in a timely manner.
Beyond that, there was so little common ground that they often found themselves disgusted with the other. And that was a non-issue, f
It'd taken a 'business lunch' at one of New York's finest fusion restaurants to finally drag out of Alex what had so clearly been bothering him all morning. Even then, he'd needed to toy about with his soup for a long while before he'd speak.
"Jane's pregnant again," Alex grumbled around spoonfuls. "We'd hoped she'd missed because she was so stressed over her current project, but no such luck."
Oliver gave him a sympathetic smile. "So then this is the last one?"
"The absolute last one," Alex said, forcefully. "I know we said that with Irena, but " He sighed and slumped a bit. "She wants me to be positive about it."
"So you
"Alfred!"
Matthew hated the fact that he'd become accustomed to answering when he heard his brother's name. "Arthur my name isn't " He stopped short with a yelp when his ear was grabbed roughly.
"I told you that you aren't allowed outside of Olympic Village for the rest of the night!"
He sneered when Matthew struggled against the hold. "You can be out with normal people when you learn to act like a normal person, and not a minute before!" Arthur led Matthew like a child, and unceremoniously dumped him back behind the gate. "Stay there this time!"
Matthew grumbled as the gate was locked behind him, and headed back to the Can
The bed in the room he'd rented was far wider than anything Oliver had become used to. He'd always been given a single, or something just a bit more than that, between inns and the monastery. Nothing this extravagant, for sure.
It was a marital bed, which he supposed was appropriate given the circumstances.
Hours before, when they'd tricked ogres into accepting non-payment for information, Jean had beamed at his own cleverness. He'd smirked and strutted about until, and as, he was given the praise he felt that he'd deserved. But, as they reached toward the town they'd stop at for the night, he began to grow quiet. His feet dragged him
Ilan's eyes went wide.
It was finally his birthday and, after months of asking, his fathers had agreed that they would take a trip out to Sport Check to buy him his first jersey. Not that they had minded, of course. Ilan was six, and it was high time he proved which of the teams they'd tried so hard to get him to love had won out.
It would have been lovely if he'd ran straight to one or the other, but it seemed that seeing so many rows of jerseys, particularly ones his size, had put him into a bit of a shock.
"Now, Ilan," Oliver said with a polite, if cool, smile to Jean. "Remember that you can pick any team you want."
"Any team at all
Allez Cuisine
Jean and Alex had already come and gone before Jane was finally asked up to Toronto. Oliver hadn't admitted it above a mutter, so she had to assume that their attempts had gone just as well as she'd figured they would have. By the recipes which had been discarded in a drawer one had decided to begin with crepes, and the other ravioli. Jane was sure they'd refused to consider these might not be the best dishes for a novice.
Oliver looked at her with a mix of nerves and relief as she put the grocery bag down and said "Let's start the cooking lessons with grilled cheese, okay?"
He nodded, hesitantly. "That's easy enough, rig
Heaven had been different before the fall. Some would argue better, Uriel would argue better, but it was best to keep quiet about that. Back in those days there’d been color. There’d been laughter and music everywhere you went, and she soaked up all of it until she felt like she’d burst. And then it all went away. You couldn’t say you were disappointed because that’d been the price of getting rid of Evil. Didn’t you want to get rid of Evil? Even if you found someone who’d admit they were sad, it was never for a superficial reason like hating the stark-white silence. Or, even worse, a ludicrous reason like thinking that Heaven had lost its joy. It was always just a sadness that the others had been so blind and horrid that they needed to fall. Eventually, nobody brought it up at all. A new Heaven took a new personality. Uriel had constructed a very good one, if she did say so herself. Unfortunately, though, she’d never managed to get rid of all of those pesky leftovers from old Heaven.
It was a modern ceiling fan, Crowley had insisted.
To Aziraphale, it looked like every other one he'd ever bothered to notice. But there was a slight curve to the blades that maximized airflow and a price tag for twice the norm. Perfect for hot, sticky days where you otherwise wouldn't be able to sleep as the explanation went.
Crowley promptly demonstrated, after telling Aziraphale to give it a try.
He'd dutifully laid in bed, and closed his eyes, but there had to be a lot more to it than that. He was sure there was something more to the experience than listening to the soft whir and click of the fan and feeling the crisp silk sheets benea
Get Away
He couldn't exactly get angry, he reminded himself as he loaded the gear into his canoe. He hadn't told anybody that he wanted anything, after all, and it wasn't as if they wouldn't be used to him being quiet in meetings.
Not that it wasn't on them, too. They were family after all, and even if they were selfish fucks they could have at least looked at a calendar. His Dad would have chided him, though, for expecting anything that he hadn't gone out of his way to make happen. He really should have told them straight, considering it was so important.
The only way he could think to take the lead made things artificial. He'd rathe
Potluck
The fork jabbed, more roughly than intended, into the steak, and with a few quick saws a good-sized chunk had been removed. The blood had begun to pool out of the meat by the time Lloyd had brought it to his mouth and begun to chew.
Oliver winced and returned to his salad.
The two of them didn't mind working with one another, on a professional level. Lloyd was an expert on logistics, which made the life of a manufacturer infinitely easier, and together their projects were done in a timely manner.
Beyond that, there was so little common ground that they often found themselves disgusted with the other. And that was a non-issue, f
It'd taken a 'business lunch' at one of New York's finest fusion restaurants to finally drag out of Alex what had so clearly been bothering him all morning. Even then, he'd needed to toy about with his soup for a long while before he'd speak.
"Jane's pregnant again," Alex grumbled around spoonfuls. "We'd hoped she'd missed because she was so stressed over her current project, but no such luck."
Oliver gave him a sympathetic smile. "So then this is the last one?"
"The absolute last one," Alex said, forcefully. "I know we said that with Irena, but " He sighed and slumped a bit. "She wants me to be positive about it."
"So you
"Alfred!"
Matthew hated the fact that he'd become accustomed to answering when he heard his brother's name. "Arthur my name isn't " He stopped short with a yelp when his ear was grabbed roughly.
"I told you that you aren't allowed outside of Olympic Village for the rest of the night!"
He sneered when Matthew struggled against the hold. "You can be out with normal people when you learn to act like a normal person, and not a minute before!" Arthur led Matthew like a child, and unceremoniously dumped him back behind the gate. "Stay there this time!"
Matthew grumbled as the gate was locked behind him, and headed back to the Can
The bed in the room he'd rented was far wider than anything Oliver had become used to. He'd always been given a single, or something just a bit more than that, between inns and the monastery. Nothing this extravagant, for sure.
It was a marital bed, which he supposed was appropriate given the circumstances.
Hours before, when they'd tricked ogres into accepting non-payment for information, Jean had beamed at his own cleverness. He'd smirked and strutted about until, and as, he was given the praise he felt that he'd deserved. But, as they reached toward the town they'd stop at for the night, he began to grow quiet. His feet dragged him
Ilan's eyes went wide.
It was finally his birthday and, after months of asking, his fathers had agreed that they would take a trip out to Sport Check to buy him his first jersey. Not that they had minded, of course. Ilan was six, and it was high time he proved which of the teams they'd tried so hard to get him to love had won out.
It would have been lovely if he'd ran straight to one or the other, but it seemed that seeing so many rows of jerseys, particularly ones his size, had put him into a bit of a shock.
"Now, Ilan," Oliver said with a polite, if cool, smile to Jean. "Remember that you can pick any team you want."
"Any team at all
Allez Cuisine
Jean and Alex had already come and gone before Jane was finally asked up to Toronto. Oliver hadn't admitted it above a mutter, so she had to assume that their attempts had gone just as well as she'd figured they would have. By the recipes which had been discarded in a drawer one had decided to begin with crepes, and the other ravioli. Jane was sure they'd refused to consider these might not be the best dishes for a novice.
Oliver looked at her with a mix of nerves and relief as she put the grocery bag down and said "Let's start the cooking lessons with grilled cheese, okay?"
He nodded, hesitantly. "That's easy enough, rig
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