#samnael

       “no, no. i definitely remember you saying something about scented condoms.” 

   It happened too fast to process. One minute she was clashing blades with AGIEL; the next she was crashing through a piano, hearing screams around her. A few out of tune notes were heard, and more as she moved swiftly to get up on her feet. She wielded her sword around her, searching for enemies.

   Was she in a night club?

   Brows furrowed in confusion. More BROKEN NOTES sounded as she quickly moved away from broken wood and string, until finally her sword rested at the neck of a man who gave off the only non-human aura — the one playing the piano before she crashed the party.

' I USED TO. PLAY, THAT IS. '   Stephen mutters, nodding at the grand piano. ' Before this. '

although  in  most  cases  of  espionage,  the  spy  generally  gets  past  the  bookshelf  he  spots  against  one  wall  of  the  penthouse,  and  doesn’t  simply  stand  there  for  the  better  part  of  two  hours  avidly  reading  instead  of  doing  any  proper  snooping.   AND  doesn’t  get  so  caught  up  in  it  that  his  only  warning  of  lucifer’s  return  is  the  ding  of  the  elevator  behind  him.   aziraphale  couldn’t  look  guiltier  if  he  tried.      ‘ oh  ---  er.   HI.   you  know,  i  didn’t  think  you  were  much  of  a  reader. ‘

does being abandoned and manipulated by your own parents count.