#v.joan. main

[galacticforces]

"There is no happy ending. You know that, surely?"

[[continued from [ x ] with @ourcwnside

Confusion flashed across blue eyes as Aziraphale canted his head at her. His usual smile had dimmed a bit, though not yet faded entirely. No happy endings? Perhaps not for everyone---such was the ineffable nature of things---and Aziraphale may have privately believed that there was no happy ending waiting for him, personally. But did she really believe they didn't exist at all? How It was terribly sad.

"Surely you don't really believe that?"

She smiled back sadly, then looked down for a moment. "It's all just stories. It would be lovely, of course, but love... it fades. It's dangerous. People don't actually ever get happily ever after with their true love--the best anyone can hope for is just to find someone safe that they like well enough. Someone they can respect, and if they're lucky, who respects them in turn." She shrugged. "Chasing after a happy ending is what gets people hurt by those they care about most."

[galacticforces]

Joan looked at him doubtfully. Playing dumb, almost certainly, but one never could tell with men. "There." She nodded at him. "Left behind, watching them go. Wishing they saw you how you saw them. Not saying anything because maybe then they wouldn't come back." She stirred her drink, then looked down at it, a little miserably. "I wish I could say it gets easier."

"I've been there too a few times." ~galacticforces, Joan ((after she's observed the two of them in a public place and one of them walks away, apparently with no clue abouf just how the other one is staring after them))

1989 Starters @galacticforces

Slowly, Crowley's head turned towards the table nearest his at the little cafe's outdoor patio, one eyebrow arched high about his unusually dark glasses. A young woman, one he had certainly never spoke to before, and yet she had somehow felt it appropriate to chime in with...whatever that remark was.

"Been where, exactly?" he asked dryly.

[galacticforces]

She smiled wryly. "Should two people find each other? Perfectly suited people don't simply find each other, Mr. Fell. If they did, you'd be entangled, wouldn’t you? And when love strikes, it's untrustworthy. No. It's much more sensible to settle for a kind, dependable man than one whom I'm madly in love with, but will beat me or humiliate me or gamble away a life's savings at the slightest provocation."

She shook her head. "Happily ever after comes out of desperate hope. That doesn't make it true."

"There is no happy ending. You know that, surely?"

[[continued from [ x ] with @ourcwnside

Confusion flashed across blue eyes as Aziraphale canted his head at her. His usual smile had dimmed a bit, though not yet faded entirely. No happy endings? Perhaps not for everyone---such was the ineffable nature of things---and Aziraphale may have privately believed that there was no happy ending waiting for him, personally. But did she really believe they didn't exist at all? How It was terribly sad.

"Surely you don't really believe that?"

She smiled back sadly, then looked down for a moment. "It's all just stories. It would be lovely, of course, but love... it fades. It's dangerous. People don't actually ever get happily ever after with their true love--the best anyone can hope for is just to find someone safe that they like well enough. Someone they can respect, and if they're lucky, who respects them in turn." She shrugged. "Chasing after a happy ending is what gets people hurt by those they care about most."