SpectrallyDistracted

A carnivale mask



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    Works in this series came into existence by playing a game of Ping Pong Writing with different co-authors.

    The rules and description of how the game works is also part of this series.

    Some stories are finalised, some are ongoing matches.

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    "Well," Crowley said. "Either you make me fall in love with you, or you die."

    "Oh, well, that's quite all right then," snapped Aziraphale, then stopped to clear his throat and coughed out some more petals. "I'll just seduce Satan while I'm at it. Is Belphegor a bit lonely lately?"

    "Don't be peevish with me. I'm the one having flowers and blood coughed all over my flat just because you had to be a bloody forgiving angel and go around falling in love with a demon. These carpets are white, you know."

    "Oh, look, this one's a narcissus. What's that in flower language again? Selfishness?"
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    Aziraphale has a problem. Crowley wants to help him out. There's an obvious solution.

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    Crowley bursts into the bookshop, coughs up a bouquet of peonies, and claims he's dying. Aziraphale isn't buying it.

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    Crowley has been suffering from Hanahaki disease for ages. It's a rainy afternoon in his flat and he's ninety-nine percent sure that this is it, his final break, only the world's most perfect (and stupid) angel has burst into his place, kissing him and calling him darling. Seems real upset about Crowley being half-dead on his sofa. Could there be a cure for this blessed curse after all?

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    Crowley was roused from his nap by the sound of somebody opening the door. He didn't move. Maybe they would go away.

    "Excuse me?" someone called.

    They weren't going away. Crowley rose, lifting his head to squint at the intruder. A broad figure, silhouetted by the light of the hallway. He couldn't make out his face, eyes still bleary from sleep. Just a halo of light framing his head.

    "What?" Crowley grumbled.

    There was a moment of silence, then the intruder spoke again.

    "Anthony?"

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    They're teachers. They're in love. They're oblivious.

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