f i a t . l u x

Fiat Lux
[by victoria p.]

Rating: G

Summary: The chandelier would always remind him of Aziraphale.

Notes: Thanks as always to Jen, Pete/Melissa, Dot, and Meg. written for Bonibaru, who requested "Crowley, chandelier, surprise." This is the first Good Omens fic I've written.

Date: March 4, 2004

Crowley waited as Aziraphale wandered the flat, reaching out a slim finger to brush the spine of a leather-bound book, or nodding absently at some well-made knickknack.

It was the first time he'd had the angel over, and while he'd never admit to any nervousness, there was a slight flutter in his belly that probably couldn't be put down to the curry they'd had for lunch, considering he didn't actually digest the food he ate.

When Aziraphale looked up and gasped, Crowley smiled.

"Oh dear," Aziraphale said. "That certainly is ... quite unusual and ornate."

It was a three-tiered bronze chandelier, with leering, shrieking gargoyles carved around each level. To complete the effect, the sconces were filled with red-tinted bulbs. It was quite possibly the ugliest thing Crowley had seen since leaving Hell several millennia ago. It had come with the place, and he could have easily modified it at any time, but it reminded him of how much he didn't want to go home, if Hell even was home anymore.

"It's a right old horror, and you know it, angel."

"I'm sure I couldn't say." As if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"I'm sure you could," he countered, hoping Aziraphale's sense of aesthetics would get the better of his manners.

"Hmph." Aziraphale wandered into the kitchen, refusing the bait.

On his way out the door, Aziraphale, brow creased with concern, said, "I'm so sorry. I forgot a housewarming gift." Then he smiled a mischievous smile. "Yes, it will have to do."

Crowley forgot this cryptic remark until later in the evening, when he turned on the lights and the room was flooded with a soft white glow that was almost heavenly. He looked up at the chandelier, and saw, to his surprise, a tasteful art deco affair with delicately tinted glass where the right old monstronsity had once hung.

He grinned.

Forget Hell. The chandelier would always remind him of Aziraphale, and his new home.

fin

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