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vocab_drabblesTitle: The Fallacy of Art Imitates Life
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 442
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Now that the end of the world has been thwarted (again), Crowley and Aziraphale have misunderstandings to sort out in their world.
Notes: Verisimilitude was a perfect prompt for this comedy of errors our clueless angel and demon found themselves in.
Crowley and Aziraphale sat on a bench in St James Park, each as far on their side of the seat as they could get without falling off the end. The silence was deafening after all the noise and screaming that preceded the end of the non-end of the World. Crowley was aggressively throwing frozen peas to the ducks. A large clump of several stuck together hit one in the head. It gave him a dirty look and a squawk before returning to gobbling up the treats.
Finally, when the silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife (Aziraphale had read that expression in a novel once), Crowley cleared his throat.
"I guess real life doesn't work like in the movies," the ex-demon muttered, studiously not looking at his companion.
"Hmm?"
Crowley glanced sideways and swallowed, gathering his courage. "I mean, you know, in the movies when they have the dramatic kiss and then… va-voom," he added in a low voice.
It was Aziraphale's turn to clear his throat. "Well, it didn't quite work like in the novels, either. Dancing together at the ball was supposed… well, didn't turn out how I'd imagined. Obviously, we overestimated the level of verisimilitude in fictional media."
"The dance?"
"I hoped we'd… what's the expression humans use? Get on 'the same page.'"
"What page is that?" Crowley wasn't trying to be difficult; he genuinely had no idea.
"I wanted to ask you to move in with me," Aziraphale blurted out. "What about you?"
Crowley took a deep breath before plunging on. "You know… realize we were made for each other," he said, stunned at himself for saying the words aloud.
Aziraphale turned his body towards Crowley, smiling tenderly. "I already knew that, my dear."
"Ngk… I would have said yes," he finally managed. "If we hadn't been interrupted by demons."
They'd both been slowly inching closer together during the conversation. Finally, close enough, hands reached out, and fingers tangled together.
"I'm glad," the angel whispered shyly.
"You don't think… we need to start asking the humans themselves, do you?" Crowley asked.
Aziraphale sighed. "I'm afraid we probably do. The novels and movies seem to be leading us astray."
Crowley was silent for a few moments, in thought. "Well, let's start with Coffee and Record Shop," he decided. "They owe us."
"Later," Aziraphale told him, using their linked hands to pull the demon up. "Let's go home first."
It was Crowley's turn to sigh. "Yeah, we probably need to talk more about everything."
Aziraphale gave Crowley a look he'd never seen before. (Or maybe he had never let himself acknowledge the truth before now.). It sent shivers down his spine.
"Eventually, darling."
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 442
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Now that the end of the world has been thwarted (again), Crowley and Aziraphale have misunderstandings to sort out in their world.
Notes: Verisimilitude was a perfect prompt for this comedy of errors our clueless angel and demon found themselves in.
Crowley and Aziraphale sat on a bench in St James Park, each as far on their side of the seat as they could get without falling off the end. The silence was deafening after all the noise and screaming that preceded the end of the non-end of the World. Crowley was aggressively throwing frozen peas to the ducks. A large clump of several stuck together hit one in the head. It gave him a dirty look and a squawk before returning to gobbling up the treats.
Finally, when the silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife (Aziraphale had read that expression in a novel once), Crowley cleared his throat.
"I guess real life doesn't work like in the movies," the ex-demon muttered, studiously not looking at his companion.
"Hmm?"
Crowley glanced sideways and swallowed, gathering his courage. "I mean, you know, in the movies when they have the dramatic kiss and then… va-voom," he added in a low voice.
It was Aziraphale's turn to clear his throat. "Well, it didn't quite work like in the novels, either. Dancing together at the ball was supposed… well, didn't turn out how I'd imagined. Obviously, we overestimated the level of verisimilitude in fictional media."
"The dance?"
"I hoped we'd… what's the expression humans use? Get on 'the same page.'"
"What page is that?" Crowley wasn't trying to be difficult; he genuinely had no idea.
"I wanted to ask you to move in with me," Aziraphale blurted out. "What about you?"
Crowley took a deep breath before plunging on. "You know… realize we were made for each other," he said, stunned at himself for saying the words aloud.
Aziraphale turned his body towards Crowley, smiling tenderly. "I already knew that, my dear."
"Ngk… I would have said yes," he finally managed. "If we hadn't been interrupted by demons."
They'd both been slowly inching closer together during the conversation. Finally, close enough, hands reached out, and fingers tangled together.
"I'm glad," the angel whispered shyly.
"You don't think… we need to start asking the humans themselves, do you?" Crowley asked.
Aziraphale sighed. "I'm afraid we probably do. The novels and movies seem to be leading us astray."
Crowley was silent for a few moments, in thought. "Well, let's start with Coffee and Record Shop," he decided. "They owe us."
"Later," Aziraphale told him, using their linked hands to pull the demon up. "Let's go home first."
It was Crowley's turn to sigh. "Yeah, we probably need to talk more about everything."
Aziraphale gave Crowley a look he'd never seen before. (Or maybe he had never let himself acknowledge the truth before now.). It sent shivers down his spine.
"Eventually, darling."
