A Phone Call
Oct 27, 2007 11:55:35 GMT -5
Post by Aziraphale on Oct 27, 2007 11:55:35 GMT -5
*Aziraphale couldn't stand it- knowing how he'd ruined everything. Why didn't he just let it go? Why did he have to be so damn proud?
It didn't matter any more, of course. It was too late. Crowley thought he didn't love him. Crowley hated him.
If he had to stay on this miserable planet for another second, he would go mad.
He picked up the telephone on the counter, and spoke into it.*
"Er, hello? It's Azirphale. I'm terribly sorry, but I'd like to request a transfer." *He cursed inwardly at the sound of his own voice. It was shaking, and he sounded as if he'd burst into tears at any second.*
"Need a bit of a change after six thousand years?" *Asked a slightly sarcastic voice on the other line.*
Damn. Gabriel.
"Yes, exactly," *he said in a hurried voice.* "There's only really so many places to see- so much evil to thwart. I feel I'd do much better somewhere else."
"Gotten in a spat with your boyfriend, have you?"
*Aziraphale's opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked a bit like an extremely surprised fish.*
"Ngk."
"I don't have time for this, Aziraphale. Management likes you where you are- a transfer is out of the question. Just apologise to him."
*All Aziraphale was able to do was blink.*
"You know?" *he asked incredulously when he was able to speak again.*
*There was an impatient sigh from the other line.* "Look, we don't care- as long as the thwarting gets done. I shouldn't tell you this, but we've had a bet running for the past five thousand years on when the two of you were finally going to give it up and shag." *He sounded smug.* "Michael won, actually."
*Aziraphale blinked.*
"So, yes. Sorry, but I'm sure you'll be able to figure out something. Do ring again if you need anything. And, Azirphale, it's been far too long. We should have a drink some time."
*Aziraphale made some sort of affirmative noise.*
"Good luck!" *There was the sound of a reciever being put down, and then silence.*
*Aziraphale blinked.*
It didn't matter any more, of course. It was too late. Crowley thought he didn't love him. Crowley hated him.
If he had to stay on this miserable planet for another second, he would go mad.
He picked up the telephone on the counter, and spoke into it.*
"Er, hello? It's Azirphale. I'm terribly sorry, but I'd like to request a transfer." *He cursed inwardly at the sound of his own voice. It was shaking, and he sounded as if he'd burst into tears at any second.*
"Need a bit of a change after six thousand years?" *Asked a slightly sarcastic voice on the other line.*
Damn. Gabriel.
"Yes, exactly," *he said in a hurried voice.* "There's only really so many places to see- so much evil to thwart. I feel I'd do much better somewhere else."
"Gotten in a spat with your boyfriend, have you?"
*Aziraphale's opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked a bit like an extremely surprised fish.*
"Ngk."
"I don't have time for this, Aziraphale. Management likes you where you are- a transfer is out of the question. Just apologise to him."
*All Aziraphale was able to do was blink.*
"You know?" *he asked incredulously when he was able to speak again.*
*There was an impatient sigh from the other line.* "Look, we don't care- as long as the thwarting gets done. I shouldn't tell you this, but we've had a bet running for the past five thousand years on when the two of you were finally going to give it up and shag." *He sounded smug.* "Michael won, actually."
*Aziraphale blinked.*
"So, yes. Sorry, but I'm sure you'll be able to figure out something. Do ring again if you need anything. And, Azirphale, it's been far too long. We should have a drink some time."
*Aziraphale made some sort of affirmative noise.*
"Good luck!" *There was the sound of a reciever being put down, and then silence.*
*Aziraphale blinked.*