Date: 2009-08-25 07:20 pm (UTC)
Aziraphael doesn't stir, but sighs softly; he has always liked this sort of tender fingering of his hair, individual strands pulling gently at his head as Crowley combs through it. Long strands of it fall through beams of light from the window.
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