There, Aziraphael thinks, gentle tendrils of something warm and cherished expanding again in his chest. His breath whispers out against Crowley's lips. I know you, you old serpent.
(His fingers are curled loosely in the demon's worn sweater, trying to let Crowley test his own limits. It's not as difficult as he'd thought it would be.)
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Date: 2009-08-14 01:55 pm (UTC)There, Aziraphael thinks, gentle tendrils of something warm and cherished expanding again in his chest. His breath whispers out against Crowley's lips. I know you, you old serpent.
(His fingers are curled loosely in the demon's worn sweater, trying to let Crowley test his own limits. It's not as difficult as he'd thought it would be.)