"No, it isn't," he says with some surprise, looking around as far as is possible without actually leaning forward. A wave crashing in front of them - viewed from behind, now - blocks their view of the line between sea and shore for a split second, then rolls up the sand as another rises to take its place.
"The sound is the same, though. The surf and the birds."
He closes his eyes again to listen. It shouldn't be nearly this comfortable, perching on a rock and half-submerged, but Aziraphael feels oddly sleepy. A combination of his exertions getting here and Crowley's warm presence, no doubt.
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Date: 2009-01-25 11:34 pm (UTC)"The sound is the same, though. The surf and the birds."
He closes his eyes again to listen. It shouldn't be nearly this comfortable, perching on a rock and half-submerged, but Aziraphael feels oddly sleepy. A combination of his exertions getting here and Crowley's warm presence, no doubt.