Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Good Omens – Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley
Additional Tags: Community: slashfest
Summary:
The 14th century.
Crowley turned away from his beer to glance at the somewhat-drunk angel seated next to him, an identical stein less full of beer clutched in his delicate hands. “For the most part.”
A look of distant reflection crossed the angel’s face. “What was your favorite part?”
An easy smirk quirked on Crowley’s face. That was an easy question, though there were an number of memorable moments from that little span of fun. “The Black Death.” Ah, the memories of those years… Just glorious, he thought. So much death and destruction. They always waxed on memories of those years down below. Those were the good old days. “Yours?”
Aziraphale’s face crinkled into an expression that resembled constipation more than contemplation. “Chaucer,” he answered finally, the name escaping as an absent drawl.
Crowley nodded conciliatorily. “Those years weren’t very good for your side.” Too many wars and revolts. Back then there was more power on the other side, pushing men towards evil and bloodshed. Conflict had sprung up across the world like wildfire, and Europe had become their special playing grounds.
“I think I was drunk for most of it.”
“Wouldn’t blame you.”
