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  <title>Queen of Infinite Space</title>
  <subtitle>and no bad dreams in sight</subtitle>
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    <name>++they took the world in their hands++</name>
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  <updated>2019-09-17T23:10:06Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-05-10:512411:11031</id>
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    <title>Suddenly Feeling Very Alone (Revolutionary Omens, part two)</title>
    <published>2019-09-17T23:10:06Z</published>
    <updated>2019-09-17T23:10:06Z</updated>
    <category term="gabriel"/>
    <category term="revolutionary girl utena"/>
    <category term="adam young"/>
    <category term="crowley"/>
    <category term="warlock dowling"/>
    <category term="revolutionary omens"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Fandom: Good Omens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Verse: Ohtori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Hastur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Minor characters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Adam Young, Dog, Warlock Dowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 1020&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Suicide attempt, presumed death, non-graphic violence, The Swords Of Hatred&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crowley&amp;rsquo;s hand closes around Aziraphale&amp;rsquo;s wrist just in time, and he holds on tight for Somebody&amp;rsquo;s sake. This isn&amp;rsquo;t fingers twined in hope and goodbye while the ground opens up for the Morning Star. That was simple compared to this: one grand gesture versus two scared and lonely people who don&amp;rsquo;t know what they can do for each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just let me go.&amp;rdquo; Aziraphale doesn&amp;rsquo;t scream or beg, his voice too deadened to even sound resigned to the Fall. &amp;ldquo;Please. It hurts so much.&amp;rdquo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://ernest.dreamwidth.org/11031.html#cutid1"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ernest&amp;ditemid=11031" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-05-10:512411:10504</id>
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    <title>The Love That Blossomed In Wintertime (Revolutionary Omens, part one)</title>
    <published>2019-09-17T22:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2019-09-17T22:17:57Z</updated>
    <category term="crowley"/>
    <category term="revolutionary girl utena"/>
    <category term="my writing"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <category term="aziraphale"/>
    <category term="good omens"/>
    <category term="revolutionary omens"/>
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    <content type="html">Fandom: Good Omens&lt;br /&gt;Verse: Ohtori&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Agnes Nutter&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 577&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: death mention, non-graphic violence, (temporary) animal death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crowley, flaming sword between his ribs, forces himself up from the floor and crawls forward, limb by Fallen limb.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabriel still wears that blessed smirk, still waves a lofty hand at a pillar of flame, still sips a fruity drink, waiting for an angel to deliver himself into doom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remembering a burning bookshop and the taste of ash he screams the angel's name, and smashes a Principality's ring into the floor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And an infinity of floors down, in a coffin shaped like a bathtub, Aziraphale glimpses the crack that might flood his brain with light.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;this is an apocalypse story, maybe there are cycles where they switch roles, maybe they learn to shake each other out of it each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://ernest.dreamwidth.org/10504.html#cutid1"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ernest&amp;ditemid=10504" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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