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hsavinienAuthor: H. Savinien
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Disclaimer: They belong to Pterry and Gneil, I intend no disrespect to the original authors, and I derive no monetary gain from the creation of this derivative work.
Wordcount: 300
Author's note: A gift for
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vulgarweed , on the occasion of her birthday.Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley are having a little bit of trouble with words...
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“Well, I’m sorry if you think it sounds clinical, but that’s what it’s called! From the Greek posthe. How about membrum virilis?” He patted it fondly.
“Angel—“
Aziraphale sniffed fussily, crossing his arms and scooching around on the cushions to fit more comfortably on the bed. “Well, what would you suggest, then?”
“My Rod of Lordly Might?”
“…oughtn’t you have been smited for that?”
“It’s not meant to invoke, you know, Up There! It’s from a game,”
“Vast hyperbole,” Aziraphale murmured unrepentantly, gazing at the ceiling.
“That’s the…the point!”
“I had the sword, if you recall, my dear.”
The demon sighed, flinging one arm across his face. “And I refuse to let you refer to any part of my body as a pecker, member, length, or phallus. Pride is obviously out. What, exactly, does that leave us?”
Aziraphale regarded his counterpart calmly for a few moments, letting his eyes drift along the pale expanse of so-human looking skin. Then he sat up decidedly and flexed his back to let his wings slip out and stretch, the misty gold expanse of feathers somehow extending beyond the rough walls of the small dormer room. “Well,” the angel mused, turning and clambering a bit until he settled again, seated across
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Date: 2009-07-05 06:00 am (UTC)I can imagine this can be a rather vexing discussion to have with one's lover. I wonder what they'll settle on?
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Date: 2009-07-05 06:55 pm (UTC)Glad you approve.
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Date: 2009-07-05 06:56 pm (UTC)(Perhaps Crowley will try to settle the matter by giving it a ridiculous nickname.)
Thank you thank you thank you! <3
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Date: 2009-07-06 09:57 pm (UTC)Wow, I can totally see them having this argument... it is just so very them. Really, only them. XD
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Date: 2009-07-15 05:00 am (UTC)**“My Rod of Lordly Might?” Crowley said half-hopefully.
“…oughtn’t you have been smited for that?”**
indeed he should..thnank i needed that. :D
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Date: 2009-12-19 06:59 am (UTC)By which I of course mean your pen.
Only it is a metaphorical pen, which is in reality a keyboard.
The point is, that was hysterical and brilliant, and now I am dying with many a snigger and giggle. Ohhhh...wow. I don't even have words. The dialog, it was so perfect! I shall second agenttrojie, have a second internets with my compliments.
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