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donnaimmaculata) wrote2004-09-24 06:00 pm
donnaimmaculata) wrote2004-09-24 06:00 pm
Dearest, dearest Nny!
Thank you so much! Your parcel arrived today, and a cool-ass postcard is in the making.
I'd have loved to give you an Aziraphale/Crowley drabble, but I haven't started reading the book yet, so here's just a traditional cross-over to say, "Thank you".
Hunting was fun.
He loved the way his ears prickled and his tail fluffed up. He was glad that the stranger had shown up, even though nature prompted him to defend his territory, even though the stranger was smelly and vicious. But hunting him was fun.
Just as he turned the corner, his whiskers quivering with anticipation, a huge dark shape shot past him and pounced at the one-eyed tom. There was a flash of claws, but the tom didn't stand a chance against Padfoot's bulk and crushed to the ground with a hiss and an oomph!
There was a tug in the air that sent shivers down his spine as though someone had stroked him against the grain. Crookshanks fell back in mid-jump and licked his front paw, bewildered. Padfoot's shape had changed; but he was used to that.
The tom's compact, smelly form was gone, too, and in his stead - Crookshanks' tail flicked - there was a human, big and smelly (but in a good way) and he was looking up at Sirius and Sirius was looking down at him...
Crookshanks gave an angry hiss. Dogs were supposed to be faithful.
I'd have loved to give you an Aziraphale/Crowley drabble, but I haven't started reading the book yet, so here's just a traditional cross-over to say, "Thank you".
Hunting was fun.
He loved the way his ears prickled and his tail fluffed up. He was glad that the stranger had shown up, even though nature prompted him to defend his territory, even though the stranger was smelly and vicious. But hunting him was fun.
Just as he turned the corner, his whiskers quivering with anticipation, a huge dark shape shot past him and pounced at the one-eyed tom. There was a flash of claws, but the tom didn't stand a chance against Padfoot's bulk and crushed to the ground with a hiss and an oomph!
There was a tug in the air that sent shivers down his spine as though someone had stroked him against the grain. Crookshanks fell back in mid-jump and licked his front paw, bewildered. Padfoot's shape had changed; but he was used to that.
The tom's compact, smelly form was gone, too, and in his stead - Crookshanks' tail flicked - there was a human, big and smelly (but in a good way) and he was looking up at Sirius and Sirius was looking down at him...
Crookshanks gave an angry hiss. Dogs were supposed to be faithful.