[ Crowley grins in that way he sometimes does when Aziraphale agrees to something the demon wants to do but doesn't want to come off too eager. ]
Right. Yeah. Of course. No breaking your things.
[ Not that he would ever. Aside from the fact that Aziraphale could be an absolute terror to anyone who dared to mishandle his books, Crowley would never want to damage the things Aziraphale cherished.
Slowly, Crowley's wings unfurl. They're the one part of him that had remained virtually unchanged from the time before his Fall. She had seen fit, in all Her infinite wisdom, to tear him apart, make him crawl in the dirt (at least until he got a human corporation) and eat ash (at least until he'd discovered apples, among other things). But his wings remained untouched, sleek, glossy and black as they'd always been. Perhaps She'd been too busy with the other demons to think about clipping them permanently and Crowley wasn't about to march back and complain about a possible error.
He'd always wanted to wrap Aziraphale in them, cradle him in the very part of him that still gave off warmth. The part of him that was still whole, and not some carefully pieced together patchwork of some fallen thing that had shattered on impact.
So he does, holding Aziraphale close and folding his wings around him. ]
Been ages since I last flew. Reckon we could find some open place some time and do a few swoops and dives?
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Right. Yeah. Of course. No breaking your things.
[ Not that he would ever. Aside from the fact that Aziraphale could be an absolute terror to anyone who dared to mishandle his books, Crowley would never want to damage the things Aziraphale cherished.
Slowly, Crowley's wings unfurl. They're the one part of him that had remained virtually unchanged from the time before his Fall. She had seen fit, in all Her infinite wisdom, to tear him apart, make him crawl in the dirt (at least until he got a human corporation) and eat ash (at least until he'd discovered apples, among other things). But his wings remained untouched, sleek, glossy and black as they'd always been. Perhaps She'd been too busy with the other demons to think about clipping them permanently and Crowley wasn't about to march back and complain about a possible error.
He'd always wanted to wrap Aziraphale in them, cradle him in the very part of him that still gave off warmth. The part of him that was still whole, and not some carefully pieced together patchwork of some fallen thing that had shattered on impact.
So he does, holding Aziraphale close and folding his wings around him. ]
Been ages since I last flew. Reckon we could find some open place some time and do a few swoops and dives?