Anthony J. Crowley (i_sauntereddown) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-06-25 18:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | anita blake, anthony crowley, zz:status complete |
Just Ducky [open]
Ducks.
There were ducks swimming near the shore, looking for food both in the water and out. Apparently they were accustomed to receiving treats from people on the shore in much the same way as the ducks in London did. Except that Crowley wasn't in London. He was in some strange City that was nothing at all like London. Crowley stared at the fowl, hands in his pockets, as they moved through the water. So many things had changed, so many things had been undone and then redone and then completely changed again. Didn't he learn that the last time he slept away more than an evening that everything went awry in his absence from consciousness?
Apparently not, since he was now standing in the thick of what appeared to be some City that was neither here nor there. He couldn't place anything to give him even the slightest bit of an idea as to where he was. No accents, no signage, nothing. He was somewhere and yet nowhere.
At least it was neither heaven nor hell.
The only thing he took comfort in was knowing that he flat was the same as it had been when he fell asleep. Well, that and the pleasing knowledge that even without their weekly scaring, his houseplants remained alive and well. Apparently the last weak one he had taken out of the equation prior to his 'nap' had scared them into remaining well for quite some time even without being misted regularly. 'Good show, Crowley,' he had thought when he woke and saw them in full color.
Beyond that, his ansaphone had no messages on it, thankfully and yet - regretfully. That also meant he had no word from Aziraphale in some time. It was something that gave him a moment of regret as he stared at the birds, who were looking at him hopefully for a bit of bread. This was something he and Aziraphale did regularly, stare at the ducks. Aziraphale would have fed them and at times, so did Crowley. A rare moment of benevolence struck him and his hand shot out of one pocket to toss some crumbs into the water. The ducks eagerly bobbed their heads into the water to get them. Unfortunately, a few never brought their beaks back out of the water.
Shame that.
And maybe, not so benevolent.