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bigapplesauce2014-11-24 12:03 am
bibliophale) wrote in bigapplesauce2014-11-24 12:03 am
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Sleep No More [closed]
Aziraphale's personal spaces are beginning to get a bit crowded. It isn't that he requires privacy wherever he goes. If that were so he wouldn't have put his shop right next to Sunshine's bakery. Spike is a wonderfully effective and low-maintenance employee, and Sunshine is a friend who brings treats when she visits. Crowley's occasional (increasingly occasional) stays in the back room are an assumption. And he certainly doesn't mind having Melanie in his flat - that's quite nice. Nicer than he thought it would be.
So really it's just Illyria. Suffering the God-King of the Primordium, squatting as they are, both in his shop and in another person's body, is really a bit much to ask, he thinks. All the rest would be fine. If it weren't for this one nuisance.
Well, at least she doesn't make too much trouble. And she seems content to mind her business and sit motionless for long periods of time.
Actually, that last part is a little creepy. And right now, as he's trying to read the lovely 1893 copy of the Sanskritized Hindi translation of Macbeth he had the good fortune to come across, it's distracting.
He lowers the small volume and looks at the God-King. "Illyria," he says, "do you ever sleep?"
So really it's just Illyria. Suffering the God-King of the Primordium, squatting as they are, both in his shop and in another person's body, is really a bit much to ask, he thinks. All the rest would be fine. If it weren't for this one nuisance.
Well, at least she doesn't make too much trouble. And she seems content to mind her business and sit motionless for long periods of time.
Actually, that last part is a little creepy. And right now, as he's trying to read the lovely 1893 copy of the Sanskritized Hindi translation of Macbeth he had the good fortune to come across, it's distracting.
He lowers the small volume and looks at the God-King. "Illyria," he says, "do you ever sleep?"
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"It's not your fault," he says. "You're right, this is... it's what we have to do."
He's not sure what else he can say. He does want to get out of there, horribly, but it's not because of her, it's because of what he's done, been forced to do by the circumstances, not by Melanie.
He sighs and shifts his weight awkwardly. "It's all right," he murmurs. He pats his pockets until he finds his phone, hesitating before sending a frustrated series of texts to the only person he can talk to about this. Wretchedly enough. He waits until he gets a response before he looks back at Melanie.
"I will be back," he says firmly. He wavers for a moment, then leans down and gives her a little kiss on the top of her head. "Sleep well, my dear."
He turns and leaves through the door, then stands in the hallway for a long, dismal moment before vanishing.