With their wings out, there's not quite enough room to turn around - or at least, not quite enough room for Crowley to take off with his back to Aziraphael and avoid a repeat of the incident in the bedroom.
And so he backs up, careful over uneven rock, feeling the way with the soles of his feet until he stands on the edge - heels out over nothing, like a diver on the high board. (in fact, of faith in something) He checks over his shoulder, which doesn't accomplish much, and then looks back at Aziraphael, meeting his gaze (yellow-gold to astonishing blue).
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Date: 2009-01-27 01:45 am (UTC)And so he backs up, careful over uneven rock, feeling the way with the soles of his feet until he stands on the edge - heels out over nothing, like a diver on the high board.
(in fact, of faith in something)
He checks over his shoulder, which doesn't accomplish much, and then looks back at Aziraphael, meeting his gaze (yellow-gold to astonishing blue).
"We'll be back soon enough," Crowley says.