Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing...
Weathering - n. "the physical disintegration and chemical decomposition of earth materials at or near the earth's surface", Merriam Webster's. Not good enough, if you ask me.
The name on the grave had faded, more than it naturally should have, but the name floated in the halls of Elfen High and Hell. They called him "Jameson", because that was his name, but his parents had given him another before leaving him behind. But that was the past. Stanley Berkowitz was many things. Lewis Jameson was his guilt.
And Megan Jameson was what he left behind
Her hand rested on the stone of his grave.
Hot tears ran quietly down her cheek.
Now you're just somebody that I used to know...
She glanced down at the name. How hard it was to see anymore. The rain had done much, hadn't it? Never bury someone in England, the graves will fade.
It hadn't been enough. Not yet.
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believin it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
She returned to her car, turned that goddamn song off, and tried to leave. She only got back to the school.
"Perhaps I should stay?" Aziraphale offered when Megan kicked the door to Rosalind's room in. The girl was sprawled out on the bed, unconscious.
"Go," Megan ordered coldly, "Crowley wants you."
"Yes, friend Megan...."
"You don't want to disappoint him, do you? Go."
Aziraphale nodded and disappeared.
He had failed her. He had failed Crowley. He had failed Uriel. He had failed everyone. Couldn't he just pick one side to disappoint? One religion to betray, one Lord to turn against? He had to walk the edge, didn't he? Had to secretly love the sense of danger, secretly love both? God, the love of the whip.
"I am here," he said, arriving in the office.
Astrolinium wrote:Parnell frowned. He was truly bad at riddles. So he was probably going to have to just fight this thing.
Well, better get it over with.
"Mmmm... dunno. This is probably - actually, no, amend that to definitely - wrong, but... my... no, I can't guess mother-in-law, I have more self-respect that that, and she's not dead. Yet. I'll go with a classic bullshit answer. Love. Hashtag YOLO."
He paused, tensing himself to run like hell. "Or twice, I guess."
"Fuck you," the Sphinx growled.
The door opened on a cloak of pure night.
Astrolinium wrote:Eric had evidently touched a soft spot. Softly, he said, "But my husband isn't back yet. I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving without him."
"Yes," Hades insisted, the soldiers raising their guns at Eric, "you are. I don't want to shoot you. We'lll ship your husband back if we can. But you're not staying."
"WAY TO RUIN MY FUN, ASSHOLE."
Esternial wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:The Hunter deftly leaped between the spikes, maneuvering as though he had been Keanu Reeves in a past life. It was no ordinary beast, rather a competent, ruthless killer. Nigh unstoppable.
Once it came upon Jacob, it produced a dagger of bone and attempted to stab in the gut, while headbutting him.
Sensing that his offensive approach wasn't bearing any fruits, Moriarty immediately called upon his hydragryum to defend him from the Hunter's attack. The bone dagger moved swiftly, forcing the professor to move from his spot in order to avoid getting injured. As he stepped back a flexible mass of mercury took the place of his stomach, enveloping the bone knife and the hunter's hand and dampening the forward momentum until the knife came to a halt. As the mercury then attempted to sever the Hunter's hand from his arm, Moriarty meanwhile had to save himself from the follow-up attack. A headbutt, which - with those antlers - would probably result in more than just a concussion. Making use of the antlers, Moriarty erected two silver pillars alongside him that - which normally allowing a normal head to pass - would prevent the antlered scalp of the Hunter to reach the professor's head.
Now that his foe was this close, Moriarty clenched his watch in his hand, coating his hand in a layer of mercury before striking at the Hunter's chest, intending to send a jolt of electricity through his heart.
The Hunter leaped backwards, avoiding Moriarty's strike, and snarled. He would never die by the Professor's hands, but the body would ruined by the time he would get to eat it.
In a blast of black mist, the Hunter, his pets, and the Green Men were gone.