paradisa | Chapter Five- ...And I Have Been Found Wanting

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geoffrey chaucer

Chapter Five- ...And I Have Been Found Wanting

Filtered to Tamaki
You were a great Host King, my liege. I shall… I shall miss you dearly.

Filtered to Aziraphale
I don’t know what to say. It seems selfish to wish you hadn’t left, but I do.
… Live well, my angelic friend.

Filtered to Murphy MacManus
What the hell were you talking about? The doctors in the clinic said it was a loss.

Filtered to Gwaine and Cole
…I need help.

Filtered to Phoenix
Have a moment?

~~Filtered to Felix~~
~~Are you~~

[After all that, he tries to come up with an apology to all the people he might've hurt when he was sober. But he just can't admit that it was his fault.]

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[Voice as cool as a glacier]

Different times, different worlds, different rules. You just gotta learn 'em again.

[ :') He is such a good friend.

He sighs in frustration.] I feel like a teenage boy, getting crushes on women far above me and getting struck down.

Have you attempted to woo a female, my friend? In Paradisa, I mean?

If I'm honest, I've been staying far away from stuff like that until I can sort my head out.

I see. Perhaps I should do the same...

Or...books! Are there books on this?

[Don'tlaughdon'tlaughdon'tlaugh.]

[Not even the slightest hint of a laugh, voice still as cool as the Ice Age.]

Probably. You should check the library. Maybe ask over the journals, too?

[In reality? Cole is still laughing his ass off silently.]

Maybe I'll go at midnight, when no one's about.

No, I will not ask over the journals!! Do you want me to be a social outcast??

Nothing wrong with asking for help, Geoff.

I'm not about to let the whole castle know that I'm having a lousy time with romance.

That's what filters are there for, Geoff.

And to whom do you suggest I filter for this little problem? Hm?

I'm a demon, not a paranormal directory.

[Lightheartedly.] Well, then that was terrible advice.

I'm not an agony aunt, either.

Well, then. What are you good for, anyway?

Zapping smartasses.

[Pointed tone.]

[Pause.] No. No, you couldn't zap me. You love me far too much. Your life was an empty void, a black pit of despair, before a shining golden light named Chaucer came and lit the way.

I said zap, not kill.

Oh dear. I see. I shall avoid you, then. You will never see my handsome face again. Now, aren't you sorry?

Note that I also didn't mention your name. Seriously, Geoffrey, stop being such a melodramatic drama queen.

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