Now that Aziraphale was back in sight, the demon didn't take his unblinking, uncovered eyes off of him. He'd spent so long with only his memories to sustain him that simply being in his presence was enough to start the healing process. Of course, it would take a lot more than just basking in Aziraphale's Aziraphale-ness to really recover from the trauma he'd experienced, that he knew would take years of hard work and may still never truly leave him, but he did start to feel at least a little bit better.
But...
Aziraphale was nervous about something, that much he could tell. As much as the angel was attempting to appear calm, his nerves were seeping through and it was starting to put Crowley on edge. He sipped his tea, but found it did nothing to soothe the slowly bubbling panic just beneath the surface. He managed to set the teacup down in time before Aziraphale started saying things that really set him on edge.
Someone was coming.
Crowley's heart felt like it was threatening to break out of his rib cage as the panic started to bubble over. He didn't know who was on the way, but Aziraphale was nervous and he... He couldn't take the thought of Aziraphale's life being threatened again. No one would harm the angel as long as he lived.
Disentangling himself from his blanket cocoon, the demon stood up from the sofa. He would protect Aziraphale with everything he had, everything he could use. He looked around for a potential weapon and saw nothing really of use. Maybe a large book?
"Don't worry, Angel. I'll keep you sssafe." No matter what it cost him. He closed his eyes for a moment to reach into himself and manifest his wings, big and white and unkempt with decades of neglect, still spattered and stained with rusty brown spots from when Aziraphale...
He wouldn't let that happen again. He couldn't. Crowley maneuvered himself between Aziraphale and the front door, picking up a heavy book as he went, ready to take on whoever this intruder might be.
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Date: 2020-06-10 07:29 pm (UTC)But...
Aziraphale was nervous about something, that much he could tell. As much as the angel was attempting to appear calm, his nerves were seeping through and it was starting to put Crowley on edge. He sipped his tea, but found it did nothing to soothe the slowly bubbling panic just beneath the surface. He managed to set the teacup down in time before Aziraphale started saying things that really set him on edge.
Someone was coming.
Crowley's heart felt like it was threatening to break out of his rib cage as the panic started to bubble over. He didn't know who was on the way, but Aziraphale was nervous and he... He couldn't take the thought of Aziraphale's life being threatened again. No one would harm the angel as long as he lived.
Disentangling himself from his blanket cocoon, the demon stood up from the sofa. He would protect Aziraphale with everything he had, everything he could use. He looked around for a potential weapon and saw nothing really of use. Maybe a large book?
"Don't worry, Angel. I'll keep you sssafe." No matter what it cost him. He closed his eyes for a moment to reach into himself and manifest his wings, big and white and unkempt with decades of neglect, still spattered and stained with rusty brown spots from when Aziraphale...
He wouldn't let that happen again. He couldn't. Crowley maneuvered himself between Aziraphale and the front door, picking up a heavy book as he went, ready to take on whoever this intruder might be.