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Bird of paradise



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    Episode tags to series 11 of Doctor Who (2005), after The Doctor regenerates into their thirteenth (well, fourteenth) iteration.

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    Iron Man 2 showed how many people wanted Tony's armour. Before he had an armour, he had an AI. Of course people would try to copy that too. Question is, what happens to them? What would they look like?

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    Spock and Kirk meet, as do their daemons. Which is all hearts and trumpets and the romance of the century, until its not. Because marriage ain't love, and a relationship ain't magic.

    Also featuring a long-suffering Sarek and Bones.

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    “Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault.

    Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap.

    When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks.

    Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

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    23 Oct 2019

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    “Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

    Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

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    The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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    22 Oct 2019

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    Crowley stumbles on Aziraphale's secret stash: not pornography, but books.

    Romance novels, to be exact. Romance novels Aziraphale wrote.

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    22 Oct 2019

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    “Would you stop staring,” Bilbo hissed, for the fifth time since service had started. “He’s not about to grow horns.”

    Bofur looked guiltily away from the door, and scuttled back over to the tail end of appetiser prep. “Just checkin’ if he liked the amuse-bouche.”

    “Well,” Bilbo scowled, “We have an entire restaurant to feed, not just Mister Durin, and Lobelia’s in a fine mood tonight, so if I don’t keep you at prep, she’ll light your tail with the blowtorch, I don’t wonder.”

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    22 Oct 2019

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    As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

    --His clothing was expensive and stylish;
    --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
    --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
    --He looked angry;
    --He was wearing sunglasses.

    What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

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    20 Oct 2019