Those words were like that caress of feathers, light and perhaps a mistake, but one that sent his senses whirling. He turned to fight, to level a glare at the angel and proclaim he didn't need that sort of fake comfort... only Aziraphale's eyes were so sincere. Maybe the words had been meant and that possibility, as unfathomable as it sounded, left him a gaping silent mess. His mouth hung mutely open as his golden unblinking eyes stared at the bathing angel.
It came to him in little drips and drabs that he was gawking. Watching those glorious white wings sway lightly in the breeze, the suds from the bubble bath slide down the man's pale arms... He racked his brain for something intelligent to say but nothing came and he eventually decided that was for the best. He would say nothing.
Crowley looked away, trying to cover up that starstruck moment by shifting his position on the floor. His elbow coolly came to land on the lip of the tub and his back came to rest on the porcelain wall like it was a backrest and the floor was a recliner. As close to the suds as he was some of his dark feathers ended up trailing into the water, but he didn't pay those much mind.
"Yea... you did. Really going to have to teach me that trick. I do like this jacket but wearing it every night... it would get tiresome."
Maybe Aziraphale hadn't inspired everyone but he had lit a spark in Crowley.
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Date: 2019-07-22 02:29 am (UTC)Those words were like that caress of feathers, light and perhaps a mistake, but one that sent his senses whirling. He turned to fight, to level a glare at the angel and proclaim he didn't need that sort of fake comfort... only Aziraphale's eyes were so sincere. Maybe the words had been meant and that possibility, as unfathomable as it sounded, left him a gaping silent mess. His mouth hung mutely open as his golden unblinking eyes stared at the bathing angel.
It came to him in little drips and drabs that he was gawking. Watching those glorious white wings sway lightly in the breeze, the suds from the bubble bath slide down the man's pale arms... He racked his brain for something intelligent to say but nothing came and he eventually decided that was for the best. He would say nothing.
Crowley looked away, trying to cover up that starstruck moment by shifting his position on the floor. His elbow coolly came to land on the lip of the tub and his back came to rest on the porcelain wall like it was a backrest and the floor was a recliner. As close to the suds as he was some of his dark feathers ended up trailing into the water, but he didn't pay those much mind.
"Yea... you did. Really going to have to teach me that trick. I do like this jacket but wearing it every night... it would get tiresome."
Maybe Aziraphale hadn't inspired everyone but he had lit a spark in Crowley.