Date: 2009-01-02 07:48 am (UTC)
The light from the windows filters over them in increments like a sunrise as the wings float down around them. Outside, the sun looks over a bright, clear world that still looks a little more than real.

Aziraphael will move in just a minute, he's sure, but for now it's critically important that he remain right here with his chin hooked over Crowley's shoulder, feeling his breathing calm. His eyes are closed, his expression remarkably peaceful. The slight smile remains.
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