Charlie was proud to say she was not afraid of the dark. It certainly impressed the other seven-year-olds in her class, and her parents always told her how proud they were that she had conquered that fear so young. That she was so brave for sleeping without a night light.
It was even mostly true. She could sleep in her own room, and could sneak about the manor in the middle of the night without her heart in her throat, but sometimes it still quickened, and if she looked out the windows her breath caught. She was still only seven, after all, and it was a big, scary world beyond the safety of the manor walls.
It took her time to settle into their New Orleans holiday home. She learned the creaking of the walls and the whispering of the wind, grew accustomed to the way shadows cloaked her temporary bedroom. She kept the curtains open for just that small glimmer of moonlight and buried her head under her blankets to keep from looking outside.
She didn't say anything to her parents, though, not even when her mom woke her before sunrise to take her on an early-morning walk. They drove for ages with Charlie napping in the backseat, until her mom pulled over and told her they'd arrived. Charlie hugged close to her, but put on a brave face when Lilith led her into the bayou. She protested only a little when directed to stay put for a moment, her plea cut off with a firm, "You're mommy's brave little girl, aren't you?"
Charlie wanted so badly to be so she nodded and did as asked. She watched her mother disappear into the darkness and waited.
And waited.
And kept waiting.
The song of the bayou played around Charlie and her trembling fingers clutched the hem of her shirt tightly as she tried not to imagine glowing eyes creeping closer around her, silent tears streaking her cheeks.
Finally she could take it no more and with a sob she raced back the way they'd come.
"Mommy!"
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Alastor loved nights like this, when the shadows clung to him like cobwebs and the crescent moon offered just enough light to avoid stepping into the alligator-infested waters. He could see the glint of their eyes watching as he dumped the duffle bag and opened it. They moved closer but didn't creep onto the small finger of land he stood on. They simply waited, and when he threw the first limb into the water they struck, the still bayou turning into churning bodies fighting for meat.
Alastor threw the next piece, quietly humming as he watched them feed. This was almost the best part, second only to the moment blood welled under his fingers and his victim realized they were about to die. He kept the best cuts to himself, of course, but the gators seemed to appreciate his treats all the same.
When he finished he loaded the bag with soil before tossing it in, tucked his gloves back into his pocket, and set off with a spring in his step.
That was when he heard the sob.
Alastor froze, listening carefully. The bayou was full of strange sounds but he had learned them all, knew each creak of wood, the splash of an alligator sliding into the water, the hum of every insect. He slipped into the shadow between the trees and waited, his knife at the ready. They weren't truly deep within the bayou itself; he couldn't risk the noise of a boat. It was plausible someone had followed him.
What came next was a greater shock: a child, a little girl, stumbling into view.
No, they weren't deep, but dawn had yet to crack the sky and they weren't near any roads.
Alastor resisted a sigh and tucked his knife back into its sheath against his thigh and stepped out.
The girl let out a short scream and fled.
“Wait-” Alastor called, then took off after her. He couldn't see her anymore but he heard her footsteps, another short scream, and the expected splash as she fell into the water.
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So, rereading Good Omens (again) and when they're in the car leaving Warlock's birthday party, Crowley thumps the steering wheel and says "You'd be amazed at the kind of things they can do to you down there," and Aziraphale responds "I imagine they're very similar to the sort of things they can do to one up there."
So I know you have the headcanon that Hell has definitely tortured Crowley before, but what in the Hell Heaven have they done to Aziraphale up top???
personally, i don’t think they’ve done anything to /him/. Az doesn’t give off the vibes that he’s been brutally tortured in the past (and if he were, i think he would have turned out more like Zira). but i do think he’s witnessed their judgements, since he mentioned Sodom and Gomorrah as an example in that discussion with Crow.
Aziraphale: Oh, more suggestions! Crowley, come and see if you’ve heard of these ones.
Crowley: Why? You always end up listening to them yourself anyway so why does my knowledge of them matter?
Aziraphale: Because I like to compare my opinion with yours! And if you haven’t heard these before, I want to experience them with you for the first time. That’s always my favourite part of these recommendations.
Crowley: … Well let’s just skip straight to listening to them then.
Check out my profile on Wattpad, I'm Flywolf. https://www.wattpad.com/Flywolf33?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile My parents like to tell this story about my second grade parents' night, where the class set out the little stories we'd written and illustrated and the parents got to wander through and read them. All of the kids had one, maybe two little books on their desk, and then they got to mine and there wa...
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When you're titling the lm animatic "the confrontation", do you mean you're using the song of same title from Jekyll and Hyde? If so, awesome! It's one of my favorite songs (kinda describes what's going on in my head) and I think it fits javert and jvj so well!
Nah, I mean the actual The Confrontation from Les Mis
You didn't update Lambs to the Slaughter this week; everything alright? Hope things are going well for you!
ah i’m sorry i didn’t make it more visible, but i posted a day or two ahead of time that i couldn’t update last week. my partner is visiting me for a week from out of town and it’s v hard to write when at least one of my hands is being held captive most of the time.
thanks for checking up tho!! it’s looking, hopefully, like i’ll be able to update this week.
I have written the Lucifer/Alastor confrontation from "Throw Me in the Deep End" from both POVs but will only be publishing one in the chapter. Shal I:
