There are two things that account for what happens next.
First: Crowley's arms feel like they're made of spaghetti, or perhaps a few lengths of wet string. He has to prop himself up in stages - erratically, and jerkily.
Second: amongst other reasons, he hasn't nearly the presence of mind to furl his wings away.
Thus, Aziraphael - who reluctantly pushed himself not far away enough - finds himself assaulted in very short order by a faceful of black feathers.
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Date: 2009-01-02 09:09 am (UTC)First: Crowley's arms feel like they're made of spaghetti, or perhaps a few lengths of wet string. He has to prop himself up in stages - erratically, and jerkily.
Second: amongst other reasons, he hasn't nearly the presence of mind to furl his wings away.
Thus, Aziraphael - who reluctantly pushed himself not far away enough - finds himself assaulted in very short order by a faceful of black feathers.