Aziraphale's words barely registered as the sound of an old car (but not as old as his car, thankyouverymuch) rumbled to a halt directly outside the bookshop and the front doors blew open. He hissed and bristled, his blood-stained wings puffing up to look bigger.
Aziraphale started to move toward the stranger and Crowley's panic started to bubble over. He spread out his wing in front of the angel to keep himself between Aziraphale and the threat in the doorway.
"I don't know who you are, but I won't let you hurt him if it's the last thing I do," he growled out, addressing the stranger and glaring right back at him with his yellow, serpentine eyes. He waved the book at him menacingly as if to say he was not afraid to use it to bash his head in to protect Aziraphale.
Because as much as he loathed violence, he really would do anything to anything to protect Aziraphale, no matter his own mental repercussions later. And boy would there be. He was still dealing with the only life he'd ever taken: Ligur. Even after Aziraphale had been killed he had been in such shock he couldn't do anything. Death and violence, while unavoidable, always hit him hard. It was a million times worse for him is he was the one committing the acts.
But none of that would stop him now. Not with Aziraphale threatened.
He was ready to go, muscles ready to spring to action at the slightest provocation. He wouldn't attack first, but he also wouldn't let this intruder get very far if he made any moves. And anyway, he'd have to get through Crowley and his massive wings first.
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Date: 2020-06-13 01:46 am (UTC)Aziraphale started to move toward the stranger and Crowley's panic started to bubble over. He spread out his wing in front of the angel to keep himself between Aziraphale and the threat in the doorway.
"I don't know who you are, but I won't let you hurt him if it's the last thing I do," he growled out, addressing the stranger and glaring right back at him with his yellow, serpentine eyes. He waved the book at him menacingly as if to say he was not afraid to use it to bash his head in to protect Aziraphale.
Because as much as he loathed violence, he really would do anything to anything to protect Aziraphale, no matter his own mental repercussions later. And boy would there be. He was still dealing with the only life he'd ever taken: Ligur. Even after Aziraphale had been killed he had been in such shock he couldn't do anything. Death and violence, while unavoidable, always hit him hard. It was a million times worse for him is he was the one committing the acts.
But none of that would stop him now. Not with Aziraphale threatened.
He was ready to go, muscles ready to spring to action at the slightest provocation. He wouldn't attack first, but he also wouldn't let this intruder get very far if he made any moves. And anyway, he'd have to get through Crowley and his massive wings first.