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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2008 15:16:48 GMT -5
"Of course you do. Your house is a mess, you're always taking food from my plate, you always forget where you put your glasses..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Apr 17, 2008 15:26:54 GMT -5
"That's not what I mean," *he said with a frustrated sigh.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2008 15:28:38 GMT -5
"You're an angel, love. How bad can you be?"
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Post by Aziraphale on Apr 17, 2008 15:40:55 GMT -5
"I'm sleeping with a vampire. Would you call that good?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2008 15:53:04 GMT -5
****1,000TH POST! SCARY!HERBERT IS GO!*****
Herbert stared at him, looking terribly hurt. For a moment, he looked almost as if he was on the verge of tears.
And then his face changed. The same almost girlishly pretty features were all there, but they had- the only word for it was changed, and his eyes seemed to smolder reddish in his pale face, and his upper lip was pulling away from his fangs and causing his nostrils to flare. Through small, almost imperceptible movements, his features were taking on an almost animal quality.
He took one step toward Aziraphale, glaring at him and looking progressively less human, in spite of everything being in the same place, his skin still having the same porcelain quality, his lips as pink as they always were, the fact that he was still shaped like the same silly undead fop he usually was.
"You regret me," he said in a low voice, running a finger along Aziraphale's jaw either flirtatiously or threateningly- it was hard to tell. "I shame you, is that it?"
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Post by Aziraphale on Apr 17, 2008 16:05:18 GMT -5
*Aziraphale took an involuntary step back, watching Herbert's face nervously.*
"That's not what I meant! Herbert, I love you."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2008 16:07:43 GMT -5
"Then why would you say that!?" Herbert shouted- no, roared.
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Post by Aziraphale on Apr 17, 2008 16:11:58 GMT -5
"I need you to understand that I'm not such a perfect angel after all! Do you know how all this started, Herbert?" *he said, caught between afraid and angry.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2008 16:12:51 GMT -5
"How did it start, Aziraphale?" Herbert demanded, grinning now, grinning like some kind of grotesque doll.
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Post by Aziraphale on Apr 17, 2008 16:20:38 GMT -5
"Petty revenge," *he said, no longer visibly afraid, and more tired.* "I was angry at Crowley and I wanted to get back at him. I didn't know that this would happen."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2008 16:22:26 GMT -5
All of Herbert's anger seemed to turn inward, and he turned his back to Aziraphale. He threw his hat down in the snow and stormed over to another tree, where he leaned against it silently for a long moment.
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Post by Aziraphale on Apr 17, 2008 16:25:24 GMT -5
*For a moment, Aziraphale stood there, wondering on the gravity of what he'd just said. He'd ruined everything. Again.
Slowly, he bent to pick up Herbert's hat, and took a tentative step towards him.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 17, 2008 16:26:46 GMT -5
"Don't touch me."
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Post by Aziraphale on Apr 17, 2008 16:37:08 GMT -5
*It felt as if someone had taken his heart in their hand and and twisted. He stopped walking, and just stood there for a moment. *
You're a fool, old man.
"I-"
*But he couldn't think of anything to say.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 18, 2008 2:45:08 GMT -5
Herbert gave him a sidelong glare.
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