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coprime_recs) wrote2004-09-25 07:28 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2004-09-25 07:28 pm
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Good Omens: Living Arrangements by afrai
Living Arrangements (Crowley/Aziraphale | PG13 | 8,696 words) has Heaven punishing Aziraphale for stopping Armageddon by making him human. I'm tempted to say that this story is better rereading it because you can anticipate the ending, which is creepy and chilling and painful.
Excerpt:
"Aziraphale?" he said.
"You do realise that I am going to die, don't you," said Aziraphale. His eyes were distant; his voice unemotional, almost casual.
Crowley could find nothing to say.
"They gave me my old body, mostly unchanged," said Aziraphale slowly, thoughtfully. "If I'm lucky, I have thirty, maybe forty years left. If I'm not lucky -- and I'm probably not, God knows what sort of liver they've seen fit to leave me with -- less than that. I have less than five decades of life left. Then -- I'll die. I, Aziraphale, will die." He mulled over this.
"The end of Aziraphale," he tried. "No more Aziraphale."
There was more wonder than anything else in his voice. Crowley's throat hurt.
"Oh, come off it," he managed to get out. His voice was scratchy. He cleared his throat, and tried again. "You're just being melodramatic. You get a celestial afterlife after that, don't you?"
"Do I?" said Aziraphale.
There is also a nifty-keen commentary.
Excerpt:
"Aziraphale?" he said.
"You do realise that I am going to die, don't you," said Aziraphale. His eyes were distant; his voice unemotional, almost casual.
Crowley could find nothing to say.
"They gave me my old body, mostly unchanged," said Aziraphale slowly, thoughtfully. "If I'm lucky, I have thirty, maybe forty years left. If I'm not lucky -- and I'm probably not, God knows what sort of liver they've seen fit to leave me with -- less than that. I have less than five decades of life left. Then -- I'll die. I, Aziraphale, will die." He mulled over this.
"The end of Aziraphale," he tried. "No more Aziraphale."
There was more wonder than anything else in his voice. Crowley's throat hurt.
"Oh, come off it," he managed to get out. His voice was scratchy. He cleared his throat, and tried again. "You're just being melodramatic. You get a celestial afterlife after that, don't you?"
"Do I?" said Aziraphale.
There is also a nifty-keen commentary.