TITLE: Comfort & Hurt
AUTHOR: Mousecarcass, to be archived as 'Pandora Souris-Cadavre'
(mousecarcass@hotmail.com)
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and storylines created and owned
by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. No one receives any form of monetary benefit
from it and no infringement is intended. Everyone in this story is bisexual. Or,
whatever term applies to (post-)angelic beings.
SUMMARY: Don't offer demons 'anything'. Just don't.
NOTES: Two drabbles, very linked. More WC exercises than usual.
ARCHIVE: Ask first, please. Cross-posted to the SouthernStars lj community.
Feedback is appreciated at either mousecarcass@hotmail.com or
mmar3459@mail.usyd.edu.au

COMFORT

Aziraphale once offered Crowley "anything to ease your suffering," pity in his
eyes and hands outstretched. Crowley replied with sarcasm. They argued, but it
was already too late: the offer stood.

Crowley finds Aziraphale when the pain of separation swallows his pride.
Sometimes, they end up in bed, words and arms and sheer goodness unable to stop
his tremors. Sometimes, they make a flat surface by accident and Crowley licks
blood and heaven off his teeth for months.

After six thousand years' absence, the angel *is* heaven to Crowley. He tries
not to think what this makes him to Aziraphale.

23/12/03
MC

HURT

Crowley once challenged Aziraphale "you don't really mean anything," arms folded
and his nails digging in hard. Aziraphale repeated his offer. They argued, but
some ends are ineffable: the challenge stood.

Aziraphale finds Crowley when the drive to console exceeds his caution.
Sometimes, he can do nothing more than hold on to Crowley as nausea washes in
rising tides. Sometimes, their human bodies join in human ways and sinking onto
Crowley feels like falling down upon a sword.

After six millennia, the demon is still a warning for Aziraphale. He tries not
to forget what this makes him to Crowley.

13/01/2004
MC

-- Two elephants walk into a bar,
   and order a sandwich.         --