Author: Shiro Ryuu PM
Crowley likes to sing along, and Aziraphale is reminded of other times. Even if it is only Queen... A true one hundred word drabble!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 137 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-12-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2840529
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"Hey, angel... You can let go of the seat, y'know." Crowley gestures to the surrounding countryside. "I'm not going to hit anyone."
Aziraphale glares, and there's a twinkle in the demon's eyes as he adds, "Toe your line and play their game, let the anaesthetic cover it all..." And Aziraphale closes his eyes with a light flush, and his fingers only tighten, because he sings beautifully. He sings like an angel...
Except the lyrics are ridiculous; an angel would never sing lyrics like that. And it's hard to imagine Crowley singing anything other than Queen, these days, so that's okay.
AN: This story is dedicated to The Mad TeaParty, even though I'm sure she'll never read it, because, yes, I do still have your Queen CD, nervous grin.