Aziraphael keeps his eyes on his hand for now, sliding gently higher on Crowley's arm, but his other finds its unerring way to Crowley's side.
"You could," he hushes, finding it more of an effort now to keep his voice as steady as he would like. Beneath his hands, Crowley's wiry frame feels deceptively fragile.
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Date: 2009-08-09 09:16 pm (UTC)"You could," he hushes, finding it more of an effort now to keep his voice as steady as he would like. Beneath his hands, Crowley's wiry frame feels deceptively fragile.