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[podfic] sons of life's longing for itself

Summary:

Crowley never meant for the boy to use it.

He didn’t. He didn’t. But it’s one of those things humans do, isn’t it? Scribble your number out when you’re leaving, fold the scrap of paper in on itself until the creases are darker than the ink, and, eventually, forget what that particular number was for, and who the person was, and why the number came to you in the first place.

It’s unfortunate that Warlock is a child.

And children, as Crowley well knows, don’t do the same things their adult counterparts do.

(It’s half the reason for the averted apocalypse, after all.)

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[In which Warlock believes he’s the Chosen One, a la Harry Potter, and his nanny and gardener were protectors who chose to leave him behind.]

Notes:

Podfic'd for Dialux for the Good Omens Holiday Swap! I hope you like it and happy holidays!

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The podfic is on Google Drive here!