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And then he just busts out of their hiding spot carrying three children and sprinting through the dark, dodging ghouls

#the fugitive-percy to tony-hawk-percy pipeline has begun

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I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS SHOW

sorry, I really do. I love it, I’m in love with it, and I want to try and shine a light on where that love comes from. so, apologies, gonna ramble, block me if u don’t want none of that, it’s cool.

so that up there is the first page of the book. what’s fun is to see what the show did with it.

for 1 thing, the show made it fuckton more queer (and btw if we could start saying that instead of describing the show as ‘gay’ that would be awesome, thx, ace pride, nb pride, etc.). 

in the book, we open on aziraphale and crowley mid-conversation. in the show, we see how they met. 

and it’s CROWLEY (crawley but the book lets us know that he doesn’t like that name on the second page so i’m sticking with crowley) who makes the first move.

in fact, through the entire opening scene it’s crowley putting in the donkey work to get the conversation going. he’s the one who approaches aziraphale, just slithers right up to his mortal enemy and starts talking like that’s a normal thing to do when, really, aziraphale’s reaction suggests that it isn’t

like. here’s zira’s face before he notices crowley, when he’s still watching adam and eve walk away 

*fret fret fret oh dear oh dear*

EH?

what. what is happening. 

he’s clearly not sure how to deal with this; his opposite number sidling up all casual-like and providing commentary. should he attack? best not, he just gave away the flaming sword. stiff politeness, then. 

(btw in the book, crowley’s a snake for the entirety of this sequence, we won’t meet human-shaped crowley until he picks up the antichrist. which is one of many many small ways in which the tv show works to make the subtextual romance significantly less so. bit difficult to have chemistry with a reptile. not impossible, god loves u monsterfuckers, but difficult)

oh but crowley plays it cool, he doesn’t treat this interaction like it’s in any way weird or unprecedented. ‘that went over like a lead balloon’ he opens with and then repeats it, in a lazy drawl, when zira’s like wtf 

it’s crowley who keeps the conversation going, commenting about how kicking adam and eve out of eden seems unduly harsh, and what’s wrong about knowing the difference between good and evil, and why was the tree in the middle of the garden and not on the moon, questions questions questions. he’s so curious and confused and he really wants someone to help him work all this out

hungry for knowledge, just like eve

and aziraphale has no clue what to do with any of this. this isn’t what he signed up for. he tries to stick to the party line, with all its circular logic and platitudes, ‘it’s ineffable’, ‘best not to speculate’, ‘it’s not for us to know’, ‘you’re a demon it’s what you do’

he’s doing his best to be a good soldier.

at this point crowley’s starting to tune him out, he’s bored and a little depressed, he’s had the party line recited at him before

and he just wanted someone to talk to and

THEN

crowley notices that the sword’s missing

‘…?’

and he asks what happened to it and at first zira won’t say and then finally zira admits ‘I GAVE IT AWAY!’

it’s the first really honest thing he’s given crowley, that guilty wail

crowley’s reaction:

‘…OH. oh. you’re special.’

they both surprise one another; crowley surprises aziraphale when he slithers up and initiates the conversation for no apparent nefarious purpose; aziraphale surprises crowley when he reveals he disobeyed orders just to be kind. 

oh, also you know how there’s that parallel between crowley and eve’s yearning for knowledge. there’s another parallel; while they talk, adam’s protecting eve from the lion

a moment later, it starts to rain, and. guess who immediately, without stopping to think about it, protects crowley?

while adam and eve walk off hand in hand in the background, adam holding the flaming sword. 

Mama Fury on waking up the Avengers.

“No.” David slipped his arms beneath her limp body, in attempt to resuscitate her.

Mouth agape he searched her face for signs of life. Her breath was shallow and sputtering as the twitches of death began to seize her. David had seen this human mechanism many times but never had he seen expected to observe the convulsions of expiration on his mate. He knew this was the end, at this point the body was just a tangle of synapses and neurons firing for the last time, acting on instinct as its systems collapsed upon itself. David had never believed in a higher power- the only god he knew was death.

He’d been the harbinger of the indiscriminate deity as he slaughtered men women and children alike, feeding upon their life blood as penance.

In their last moments many of his victims called upon their gods who either didn’t exist or were deaf to their pleas. Death was the only god who replied.

But David found himself begging to any presiding power who would listen to spare her. Hadn’t he been good to his master, bringing flesh to him like a loyal hunting dog? Could this greedy deity not spare one soul from his grasp, unable to resist corrupting another body by decay as he gnawed on its flesh and marrow?

The thought of death consuming his lovers flesh was more than David could bare. In his angst

He had forgotten the power of rebirth that flowed through his veins. Hastily he brought his hand into a fist allowing his claw to pierce the center of his palm, allowing his healing elixir to drip onto her parted lips. The red slick coated her lips contrasting with her rapidly paling skin. He tipped her head as if to allow her to drink, but by then her dying breath had been taken and she lay still in his arms.

A single tear ran down David’s changed face and a wail of sorrow left his fanged mouth.

The bereaved call of the beast echoed through the night. He’d waited too long, damn him. Her heart had stopped pumping before the healing balm of his blood could take affect.

He clutched the corpse to him to relinquish the heat he loved so- that was rapidly diminishing as the finality of death settled into her bones. Suddenly there was a shuddering motion David was sure hadn’t come from his own sobbing. Looking down he saw he draw breath, her skin cold in her second birth. Some semblance of life had clung awaiting David’s aid.

“Oh god, oh god” the words left him like a prayer as he cradled her face.

“I thought you were gone”

She smiled up at him, a renewed vigor in her pallor and eyes.