Tag: talking

You Go Too Fast For Me

The room was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. Crowley could have been breathing in the alcohol, that was how quietly he drank it.

Aziraphale could have closed his eyes and Crowley would be gone, that was how quiet he was. Which wasn’t a completely new experience, but it didn’t often follow Aziraphale also being as quiet. Usually one of them filled in the space. Currently neither of them did.

There was more space than Aziraphale remembered. He didn’t know where it had come from. To fix that, he got to his feet and moved over to the couch with Crowley. He already missed his chair, but he had to be here. Continue reading “You Go Too Fast For Me” →

A Gift for Life and Death (pt18)

Why a mortal was aware of them without their own power allowing them was a mystery for the ages. One that simmered inside of Forgiveness and nowhere else. In which case, perhaps Life’s recent statements simply came from this and nothing deliberate. Perhaps she had always wondered these things, but now that a mortal tagged along with her she found a voice to speak of it with him?

He and Life probably shouldn’t have talked as much, but that would not stop them any time soon.

“She says many things. She does so like to talk about you.”

Forgiveness was obviously thrilled to hear it, even if it couldn’t have been shocking news. “You like talking to her?”

“It doesn’t have to be about you,” Death said mildly, before having to take it back further. “I talk with her. I like it as much as I like talking with you, which is to say, in various degrees.”

“You like talking with me?”

Childlike, honestly. “You can be amusing some times. Just as you can at times be not.”

Zombie Apocalypse (pt13)

Tim quickly tried to salvage her perspective on the matter and what all tabs he did still keep on his father. “The seminar was still in town though. It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t be at home right now. As soon as he wakes up, he’ll get it. It’s just…”

“Tired after a full day? He’ll wake up when his alarm gets him ready for the last day of the seminar. Which might be a little late for him then to drop everything to drive over here.”

Tim chuckled. “Well, yeah. It’s why I’m up in the middle of the night trying to get someone to do something.”

“And you can’t do something?”

“Again. What? What I can do is try to convince Heherson to stop, right? So I went to get the person I thought could best accomplish that. I’m not trying to make your life more difficult, Irish. I’m trying to make sure you can even have that meeting of yours tomorrow.”

Irish bit her lower lip. “Oh, fine. I will talk to him about it.”

Neither of them moved. She messed with his button some more, obviously wanting to grab a needle and get to work on it, but there was no longer time for that. Tim sipped the rest of his chocolate down. “Thanks.”

“Promise me?”

“Hm?”

Irish finally looked back at him, scowling once more. “To come with me. I’ll talk to him, but I’m not going over to his place alone. Come on Tim, the man has started to summon a horde of the dead! Why would I go alone?”

“Eh.” Tim shrugged. “Well, you’re the one with a car. Leave the button be for now, Irish. Go get dressed.”

With a sigh, she left his coat on the table and returned to her bedroom. Tim stood back up and washed out his mug. Well, this had gone as well as he could have expected it too. With the pressure mainly off of him, Tim felt much more confident that the next day would have significantly less zombies in it than it had the potential earlier this evening to have. With that load off his mind, he waited patiently for Irish to get dressed. They got into her car and she drove them both to Heherson’s house.