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stark_international2019-07-09 10:40 am
1926) wrote in stark_international2019-07-09 10:40 am
[Crowley & Ten] Something's wrong when you regret
"You couldn't sleep for the awful fright
That kept you up in bed last night
While curious shapes shift in the dark
They vanish with the sunlight's spark"
Characters: A. J. Crowley and The Tenth Doctor
Certain things happened in a certain order. That was usually how it went, right?
It wasn't that the universe had been put back wrong, because Adam had done a brilliant job putting things back as they were. There was the odd blip here and there, but it wasn't anything they worried about. A nightingale in Berkeley Square, the odd new line of books in Aziraphale'sbook store personal library. Just small things of the like. But Crowley had been bringing back a treat for the angel. He'd managed to get his hands on a very nice bottle of Pétrus, vintage 2004 and he couldn't wait to share it with Aziraphale. However, the universe had different plans.
The demon was driving his usual 90 to 110 down Central London when suddenly the world felt wrong. It was something a formerly celestial being like himself could just sense. Like he'd sensed it when Adam had reset the universe, but this was slightly different. Whereas that had just felt like a rollback to a previous 'save file' if you will, this felt like something went askew. To stick with the same analogy, it felt as if someone had loaded an entirely different 'save file' for a moment. The streets were suddenly filled with metal men and Crowley found himself spinning out in the Bentley as he tried to avoid crashing right into them.
Crowley gripped the wheel tightly and grasped at time, trying to slow things and pull the Bentley out of the deadly skin while trying not to kill any of these 'people'. They were people. They sure felt like people to him. But as he reached for time, the rift widened just so. Just enough to allow a demon to fall through. It latched onto the pull of his power and drew him into the alternate universe by force, leaving his Bentley to spin out in the middle of London, driverless.
The demon lurched past Cybermen in an uncontrolled tumble at 90 mph, no longer protected by the metal shell of his vehicle. He threw both arms out, jerking his wings free of the ethereal plane and used them as a full-stop parachute. But the world around him was in flux. It pulled and jerked at the Fallen angel's form and threw him into a random point, beyond the invasion of the metal men, but still in London. His trajectory was nearly magnetically drawn to something and he couldn't fight it. He collided heavily with a blue police box. He was left in a pile of sprawled limbs, a very unpleasant and powerful sensation of nausea, and a right nasty gash over his right eye. His wings quickly retreated back to the ethereal plane, but he couldn't find the strength in him just yet to collect the rest of himself.
"Bloody blesssssed Heaven, what jusssst happened?" Was that a slur or a hiss? Even he wasn't sure.
That kept you up in bed last night
While curious shapes shift in the dark
They vanish with the sunlight's spark"
Characters: A. J. Crowley and The Tenth Doctor
Certain things happened in a certain order. That was usually how it went, right?
It wasn't that the universe had been put back wrong, because Adam had done a brilliant job putting things back as they were. There was the odd blip here and there, but it wasn't anything they worried about. A nightingale in Berkeley Square, the odd new line of books in Aziraphale's
The demon was driving his usual 90 to 110 down Central London when suddenly the world felt wrong. It was something a formerly celestial being like himself could just sense. Like he'd sensed it when Adam had reset the universe, but this was slightly different. Whereas that had just felt like a rollback to a previous 'save file' if you will, this felt like something went askew. To stick with the same analogy, it felt as if someone had loaded an entirely different 'save file' for a moment. The streets were suddenly filled with metal men and Crowley found himself spinning out in the Bentley as he tried to avoid crashing right into them.
Crowley gripped the wheel tightly and grasped at time, trying to slow things and pull the Bentley out of the deadly skin while trying not to kill any of these 'people'. They were people. They sure felt like people to him. But as he reached for time, the rift widened just so. Just enough to allow a demon to fall through. It latched onto the pull of his power and drew him into the alternate universe by force, leaving his Bentley to spin out in the middle of London, driverless.
The demon lurched past Cybermen in an uncontrolled tumble at 90 mph, no longer protected by the metal shell of his vehicle. He threw both arms out, jerking his wings free of the ethereal plane and used them as a full-stop parachute. But the world around him was in flux. It pulled and jerked at the Fallen angel's form and threw him into a random point, beyond the invasion of the metal men, but still in London. His trajectory was nearly magnetically drawn to something and he couldn't fight it. He collided heavily with a blue police box. He was left in a pile of sprawled limbs, a very unpleasant and powerful sensation of nausea, and a right nasty gash over his right eye. His wings quickly retreated back to the ethereal plane, but he couldn't find the strength in him just yet to collect the rest of himself.
"Bloody blesssssed Heaven, what jusssst happened?" Was that a slur or a hiss? Even he wasn't sure.