Wandering Around Talking To Rainbows

I have had mixed success with doing miniwrimo this time round, though I think there have only been two days this month when I wrote nothing at all, there were definitely a few days when I wrote like 37 words or something. However, on the days when I did make target I tend to make target by a substantial amount so I have - yesterday in fact - got past the 7500 finished words that was my baseline target. So I'm looking good not only for making my 10,000 word target but I'm cautiously hopeful about reaching 15,000!

In the meantime have a little ficlet!

Title: Glow
Fandom: Good Omens
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: PG
Challenge: Light at drabble_zone
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Vague ones for the ending of the book/show
Summary: Aziraphale used to glow. Crowley had forgotten that.


He used to glow. Crowley had forgotten that.

In the beginning, it wouldn’t have occurred to Aziraphale to dim his light or fold away his wings, and even once he’d developed a little subtlety, there was always a slight ethereal glow to him. It was never completely dark whenever Aziraphale was around.

Crowley couldn’t put his finger on when Aziraphale had stopped glowing absently. He still did it on purpose on occasion, but he seemed embarrassed by it and Crowley didn’t know how to tell him that he didn’t need to hide it from him.

Since Armageddon hadn’t happened, Aziraphale has started glowing again. Crowley had vaguely noticed it in the immediate aftermath, but had mostly been far too tired to really take it in. It wasn’t until they were meeting somewhere crowded a few weeks later that it was obvious. It had taken Crowley a while to spot the angel, but once he did he a revelation stopped him in his tracks. Aziraphale had spotted him in turn, his worried expression smoothing out into pleased anticipation; his face lit up at the sight of Crowley, and not just figuratively.

Crowley has missed that glow, more than he can say.


On the reading front I have started in on a non-fiction book from my shelf, I'm reading Black and British by David Olusoga, which is excellent and pretty much exactly what I'm in the mood for non-fictionally at the moment, though on the other hand it is a total door step of 525 pages so perhaps not the ideal choice for this month. *shrugs* I managed to resist buying books when I was in Waterstones the other day looking for something else entirely, so I'll count that as it's own victory towards the shelf.

I did buy a couple of albums though, since moving into my own flat and clearing out/pruning my CD collection, I've been allowing myself to buy new albums because I do actually have space to keep them and chilling out of the sofa playing physical albums once again a favourite past-time. (When my uni buddy A was up visting over the Summer we spent ages chilling out together playing music and chatting, passing albums back and forth, admiring the artwork and reminising about gigs we've been to, both together and separately.) When I was away in Edinburgh for work back in September, my trip co-incided with the run up to the Mercury music prize, and I ended up listening to a bunch of programmes on 6Music about the albums that were up for it. So I treated myself to a couple of the nominated albums the other day. I've mostly been listening to Arlo Parks Collapsed in Sunbeams which is a perfect Sunday morning vibe, music to chill out to when you're tired/hungover/heartbroken - I was tired and PMSing so it got me in a good place and I've been enjoying it. (There are lyrics on the inlay which also folds out to be a poster. I bought a couple of random songs by her last summer after her Glastonbury session was so good, and they've held up so I think I can officially say I'm say she's my favourite current artist. I also got the Hannah Peel album Fir Wave, after the Scottish Ensemble/Nemone gig I saw a few weeks ago featured a piece and I really enjoyed it. It really benefits from a proper hi-fi system - as befits an album that feels like a love letter to Delia Derbyshire, Daphne Oram and the rest of the radiophonic pioneers - I'm liking it much more this way than my initial Spotify preview would have suggested. On a rather more old school front, I bought the *intake of breath* 25th anniversary re-release of Garbage's debut album on vinyl. It's a pink vinyl double album and obviously because of who it is, they've done a lovely job of mastering it for vinyl. I definitely not ready for the albums that shaped my music taste as a teen to be having their 25th anniversaries.