Every, every crackling, electric nerve-ending in his wing and in his back is grounding in the skin and sinew and downy feathers around the join, and when Aziraphael's breath whispers across it again, something - something flashes, something s-shorts -

"Aziraphael," is all Crowley manages, before his hands clamp down on the baseboard, and everything

and everything

goes
(fiat lux)