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tramitem_log2020-09-21 12:40 am
scotch_egg) wrote in tramitem_log2020-09-21 12:40 am
The Holiday from Hell
Who: Alec, Anthony, Ellie and Fell
What: Going on a house sitting holiday toterrifying jolly old England.
When: 09/20-09/30
Where: Across the Pond.
Alec squinted at the house as it rose on the horizon. He was tired and jet lagged from the plane. Tired and sore from the long ride over bumpy roads in a small cab, crowded against one window by Ellie who was smushed in the middle with Anthony on the other side. Fell, being the guest, took up the front seat and was probably cramping Anthony's legs all to pieces with how much room he left which Alec felt strangely justified in.
Anyway, that house held memories, both good and bad and, mostly terrifying, but he was oddly looking forward to it. After all, everything was a little bit frightening until you knew its secrets.
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Info on Abaddon House and the environs
What: Going on a house sitting holiday to
When: 09/20-09/30
Where: Across the Pond.
Alec squinted at the house as it rose on the horizon. He was tired and jet lagged from the plane. Tired and sore from the long ride over bumpy roads in a small cab, crowded against one window by Ellie who was smushed in the middle with Anthony on the other side. Fell, being the guest, took up the front seat and was probably cramping Anthony's legs all to pieces with how much room he left which Alec felt strangely justified in.
Anyway, that house held memories, both good and bad and, mostly terrifying, but he was oddly looking forward to it. After all, everything was a little bit frightening until you knew its secrets.
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Info on Abaddon House and the environs
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"Right so, first of all, let's just pretend to have the conversation where I send you on ahead and you protest and we argue until you finally leave with a sad face. It really saves a lot of time." He hands the torch up to Fell.
"It's just a straight shot and don't go anywhere else if you can help it. I'll show you around more later but some of the floors are just gone. Also don't worry about me, I still know this place in the dark."
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"Alright." He leans down to fuss with the blanket, pulling it tighter around Alec's shoulders before stepping back, pleased enough with his handiwork. "Don't be late for breakfast, please."
Aziraphale wants to stay, lingering a moment longer as he fights off a protective instinct, disguising the dawdling as taking a last look around. But, trying to be respectful of Alec's wishes, he finally stops at the door.
"Goodnight, Alec."
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"Night, Fell. Sweet dreams." He listens to him walk away, traces his passage as much as he can and subconsciously listens for the noise of splintering wood and high pitched screams. When, after a while, there's nothing but the quiet and the sighing of the wind, he relaxes.
The silence falls around him he closes his eyes, but doesn't sleep. There will be plenty of time for that and a short time coming.