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incandescensTitle: cling clang merrily on high
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summer_queen
Series: Angel Sanctuary & Dr Who
Requested Topic: Christmas is all about the giving. (Dr of your choice. ^_^)
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html
The All-Heaven Brooding Society (not strictly known as such, but more recognised as such by those who saw them leaning on balconies in a melancholy way) was having difficulty brooding on Christmas Eve.
It wasn’t the angelically sweet harmonies of the angelic choirs. It wasn’t the stars. It wasn’t even the maids trying to present them with mugs of cocoa.
No, it was the little man down in the street below, playing the spoons noisily and badly. Clang-takka-cling clang.
“Lucifer’s machinations grow ever more subtle,” Zaphkiel muttered, and wandered off to stare blindly into the sky somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Requester:
summer_queenSeries: Angel Sanctuary & Dr Who
Requested Topic: Christmas is all about the giving. (Dr of your choice. ^_^)
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html
The All-Heaven Brooding Society (not strictly known as such, but more recognised as such by those who saw them leaning on balconies in a melancholy way) was having difficulty brooding on Christmas Eve.
It wasn’t the angelically sweet harmonies of the angelic choirs. It wasn’t the stars. It wasn’t even the maids trying to present them with mugs of cocoa.
No, it was the little man down in the street below, playing the spoons noisily and badly. Clang-takka-cling clang.
“Lucifer’s machinations grow ever more subtle,” Zaphkiel muttered, and wandered off to stare blindly into the sky somewhere else. Anywhere else.
