Wordlessly, Crowley scrapes back the tendrils of wet hair falling over his forehead - something that's almost immediately undone when he coils like a spring (or like a snake) and then leaps.
The first downstroke of his wings craters the water, but by then, Crowley is too high for the spray to hit him. He only looks down once as he climbs, at Aziraphael, and at the earth and the sea spreading below him.
After all, they'll be back soon enough. (All Crowley has to do is save the world. Again.)
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Wordlessly, Crowley scrapes back the tendrils of wet hair falling over his forehead - something that's almost immediately undone when he coils like a spring (or like a snake) and then leaps.
The first downstroke of his wings craters the water, but by then, Crowley is too high for the spray to hit him. He only looks down once as he climbs, at Aziraphael, and at the earth and the sea spreading below him.
After all, they'll be back soon enough.
(All Crowley has to do is save the world. Again.)