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mekachu04"oi, Antichrist!"
"he has a name."
"It's okay Pepper," Adam said solemnly, looking between his lifelong friend and earth-bound occult entity, "He's being respectful."
"But you're not he antichrist, Adam, You chose not to be."
Adam regarded Crowley. She had a point, "Human Child Leader?" he amended.
"Or you can call him Adam?"
"Nah," Adam said smoothly, "I suppose that's a dangerous thing, innit? A demon using your name."
Crowley nodded, hands comfortably in his pockets, the picture of causal and non threatening. he couldn't look more nonchalant if he tried. "A lot of power in names. Even with you humans. could destroy someone's whole live with just a name, if you wanted."
Pepper's face scrunched; she hated to be proven wrong about anything, even something minor, and was trying to find a rebuttal, while not having to admit he had a fair point, "There are better things you could cal him. What do you cal the rest of us?"
Crowley pointed to each in turn, "Antichrist, dirty child, human boy, loud child, book girl, book girl's boy, Stg. Shadwell, Smart human, Angel."
the other's had gone quiet as he'd listed them. Newt looks torn between relieved and sulky, Mme Tracy was beaming like the cat with the cream, and the children looked torn between agreeing and asking more questions. Aziraphale just looked at him fondly.
"Well, you should still find something better to call him,"pepper said finally, before leaning forward, "What about Mr. Shadwell...." she asked quietly. The man in questioned didn't seemed bothered by the discussion one way or another, somehow still completely oblivious to the otherworldly origins of the other half of his employers. No one was /really/ sure if he figured out what Aziraphale was, or just stopped caring. that day had been a long one for everyone involved.
"Sargent and I go back a very long time. He knows what he's done."
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Adam sat beside Crowley later, a glass of Anathema's lemonade in hand. "I want to say, that i don't mind what you call me, but that's not completely true."
"Oh?"
"I want you to know, I'm giving you permission to call me Adam, if you would like, but i know why you might not be comfortable with it. but i don't want you to all me antichrist anymore, even in your head. I'm not that, and i don't want to be that ever again."
Crowley nodded, letting the young man say his bit. Of those in the room, he, and possibly Mme Tracy, understood the power a name had more than anyone else.
"You know, I knew the first Adam." Crowley said finally. Adam Young perked up. "He was a good man. He'd been told not to eat form the tree, but he did anyway. Do you know why?"
"I thought the snake tempted him?"
"No. I only tempted Eve. Almighty never told her directly, you see. Only told Adam. she heard it second hand, so it was easier to convince her, because Adam hadn't told it right."
Adam Young looked at Crowley again with new eyes. "I don't regret doing it either, "Crowley defended himself, "Giving you lot knowledge.... Could never really be sure, but i always worried that i might have actually done the right thing in that one."
"Why did Adam eat the apple," Adam Young finally asked after a moment.
Crowley looked distant, "Because Eve did. Men today like to say she tricked him into eating it, or tempted him to do it. But she didn't. He caught her afterward, once her mind had been opened, and all he saw was the only friend he ever had, looking at him in fear. She knew by then what she'd done. He didn't completely understand the consequences, but neither had she.
"He just saw her, afraid. and asked her what happen. She showed him the fruit in her hand. I remember watching. I didn't know what he'd do, but i didn't expect him to hold her, to tell her it was going to be okay, and he took the fruit from her and ate some too. So that what ever happened to her, she'd never had to go though it alone.
"I may have tricked eve. but Adam choose his fate, and i don't think he ever regretted it, no matter how painful it got. He choose to be human too, in the end."
"Why don't they tell the story like that?" Adam asked, a bit offending on both the first human's behalf.
"Most people forgot the little details," Aziraphale said, coming up to stand bu Crowley, :and somewhere along the line, people started to falter under the weight of what being human meant, so the story changed to reflect that bitterness. After a while, men just kept repeating the same sad story, because it fit their needs."
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"Human Adam."
"Really?" he smirked.
"Sure," Crowley grinned back, ever difficult, "Because that's what you both choose to be."
"he has a name."
"It's okay Pepper," Adam said solemnly, looking between his lifelong friend and earth-bound occult entity, "He's being respectful."
"But you're not he antichrist, Adam, You chose not to be."
Adam regarded Crowley. She had a point, "Human Child Leader?" he amended.
"Or you can call him Adam?"
"Nah," Adam said smoothly, "I suppose that's a dangerous thing, innit? A demon using your name."
Crowley nodded, hands comfortably in his pockets, the picture of causal and non threatening. he couldn't look more nonchalant if he tried. "A lot of power in names. Even with you humans. could destroy someone's whole live with just a name, if you wanted."
Pepper's face scrunched; she hated to be proven wrong about anything, even something minor, and was trying to find a rebuttal, while not having to admit he had a fair point, "There are better things you could cal him. What do you cal the rest of us?"
Crowley pointed to each in turn, "Antichrist, dirty child, human boy, loud child, book girl, book girl's boy, Stg. Shadwell, Smart human, Angel."
the other's had gone quiet as he'd listed them. Newt looks torn between relieved and sulky, Mme Tracy was beaming like the cat with the cream, and the children looked torn between agreeing and asking more questions. Aziraphale just looked at him fondly.
"Well, you should still find something better to call him,"pepper said finally, before leaning forward, "What about Mr. Shadwell...." she asked quietly. The man in questioned didn't seemed bothered by the discussion one way or another, somehow still completely oblivious to the otherworldly origins of the other half of his employers. No one was /really/ sure if he figured out what Aziraphale was, or just stopped caring. that day had been a long one for everyone involved.
"Sargent and I go back a very long time. He knows what he's done."
----
Adam sat beside Crowley later, a glass of Anathema's lemonade in hand. "I want to say, that i don't mind what you call me, but that's not completely true."
"Oh?"
"I want you to know, I'm giving you permission to call me Adam, if you would like, but i know why you might not be comfortable with it. but i don't want you to all me antichrist anymore, even in your head. I'm not that, and i don't want to be that ever again."
Crowley nodded, letting the young man say his bit. Of those in the room, he, and possibly Mme Tracy, understood the power a name had more than anyone else.
"You know, I knew the first Adam." Crowley said finally. Adam Young perked up. "He was a good man. He'd been told not to eat form the tree, but he did anyway. Do you know why?"
"I thought the snake tempted him?"
"No. I only tempted Eve. Almighty never told her directly, you see. Only told Adam. she heard it second hand, so it was easier to convince her, because Adam hadn't told it right."
Adam Young looked at Crowley again with new eyes. "I don't regret doing it either, "Crowley defended himself, "Giving you lot knowledge.... Could never really be sure, but i always worried that i might have actually done the right thing in that one."
"Why did Adam eat the apple," Adam Young finally asked after a moment.
Crowley looked distant, "Because Eve did. Men today like to say she tricked him into eating it, or tempted him to do it. But she didn't. He caught her afterward, once her mind had been opened, and all he saw was the only friend he ever had, looking at him in fear. She knew by then what she'd done. He didn't completely understand the consequences, but neither had she.
"He just saw her, afraid. and asked her what happen. She showed him the fruit in her hand. I remember watching. I didn't know what he'd do, but i didn't expect him to hold her, to tell her it was going to be okay, and he took the fruit from her and ate some too. So that what ever happened to her, she'd never had to go though it alone.
"I may have tricked eve. but Adam choose his fate, and i don't think he ever regretted it, no matter how painful it got. He choose to be human too, in the end."
"Most people forgot the little details," Aziraphale said, coming up to stand bu Crowley, :and somewhere along the line, people started to falter under the weight of what being human meant, so the story changed to reflect that bitterness. After a while, men just kept repeating the same sad story, because it fit their needs."
"Human Adam."
"Really?" he smirked.
"Sure," Crowley grinned back, ever difficult, "Because that's what you both choose to be."
