#BOY I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THAT PESKY MOONSTONE

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

“Varian.” The boy pauses. The body slowly turns. In a slow, eerie movement, Varian tilts his head. He looks like a doll with an unblinking stare. It’s creepy as hell, but not as unsettling as what comes out of his mouth. “Hello, Horace.” Or: Every full moon, Varian becomes a little less of himself, and a little more of something else.

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