That gives Crowley pause, perhaps for as much as a minute. But when time starts easing past again, and Aziraphael doesn't move, he picks back up where he left off.
It looks sort of ridiculous on Aziraphael. Always has. And to his profound and lasting embarrassment, Crowley's found himself curiously enamoured of it over the years. So it's understandable, maybe, that he finds himself distracted for a moment, separating thick sections of Aziraphael's hair and running them through the pads of finger and thumb.
(It's soft but not quite silky, and the scattered split ends and flyaway hairs are a barely-there texture beneath his fingertips.)
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Date: 2009-08-25 07:30 pm (UTC)It looks sort of ridiculous on Aziraphael. Always has. And to his profound and lasting embarrassment, Crowley's found himself curiously enamoured of it over the years. So it's understandable, maybe, that he finds himself distracted for a moment, separating thick sections of Aziraphael's hair and running them through the pads of finger and thumb.
(It's soft but not quite silky, and the scattered split ends and flyaway hairs are a barely-there texture beneath his fingertips.)