Neither Raguel's haste nor his open checking for onlookers do much to allay Aziraphael's unease. The message had been cryptic, even for Raguel, and while of course nothing in it had -- on the surface -- been cause for concern, it's... well, it's Raguel.
It could be anything.
He draws to a halt a few feet from the demon, brushing back the strands of hair teased loose by the breeze. It gives him a moment to school his expression, and to try and iron the wary note from his voice.
"Raguel," he says.
(Not as formally as he might have, not so very long ago.)
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Date: 2009-08-09 01:23 pm (UTC)It could be anything.
He draws to a halt a few feet from the demon, brushing back the strands of hair teased loose by the breeze. It gives him a moment to school his expression, and to try and iron the wary note from his voice.
"Raguel," he says.
(Not as formally as he might have, not so very long ago.)