Crowley stretches forward to set his sunglasses down on the low table, and then ("Just - " he's already saying) turns back.
The way his hands come up is strange; tentative but urgent, like he's trying to steady something uncertain and fragile, and too huge to manage. After a moment, they settle on Aziraphael's shoulders, and this time, it's Crowley who leans in.
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Date: 2009-08-14 01:53 pm (UTC)Crowley stretches forward to set his sunglasses down on the low table, and then ("Just - " he's already saying) turns back.
The way his hands come up is strange; tentative but urgent, like he's trying to steady something uncertain and fragile, and too huge to manage. After a moment, they settle on Aziraphael's shoulders, and this time, it's Crowley who leans in.