So close yet so far*
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Left to write - two scenes and an epilogue \o/
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* Common expression
Left to write - two scenes and an epilogue \o/
“Is she going to be okay?”
“What, little Annie Lennox?” Crowley sniffed. “Depends on what you call okay.” He looked pensive, watching Martha and Icarus gently prodding Dominique’s skin. “It looks like she got caught in a fireball. Our little fireballs.”
“The jar thing? Wait, we threw an angel on her?!” Chip started forward again, hands pushing against the ground and neck craning to try and catch a better glimpse of Dominique from under the stairs. He almost made it out from under the stairs before Crowley stopped him, his hand pressed against Chip’s chest like a wall.
“Don’t be an idiot, Charles.” His tone was two parts annoyed, one part disappointed. “Stop moving.” He waited until Chip crossed his arms over his chest before answering. “Yes, we did. In a way. Not on purpose.” Chip’s face kept falling at each of Crowley’s attempts at making it sound less horrific and less their fault than it felt.
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