Aziraphael trails his unhurried way back up Crowley's spine before responding, then puts a hand back into the elbow join of Crowley's right wing and leaves it there.
His words are murmured into the back of the demon's neck.
"I know," he says, "I know what you meant. Plenty of time later, if you want. Just relax. Plenty of time."
His voice dissolves into a murmur while his other hand works, warm and unrelenting, at the knotted muscles below the join.
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Date: 2008-12-30 08:47 pm (UTC)His words are murmured into the back of the demon's neck.
"I know," he says, "I know what you meant. Plenty of time later, if you want. Just relax. Plenty of time."
His voice dissolves into a murmur while his other hand works, warm and unrelenting, at the knotted muscles below the join.