Surprised but faintly encouraged, Crowley carefully flexed his wings back and passed through the door Gabriel held open. It meant that he'd have to turn his back on the angel, but if Gabriel wanted to do him harm, he'd have plenty of opportunity. Loathe as he was to admit it, he was just going to have to trust him.
He sat where he was told to; the slight tremor in the base of his wings was visually amplified by the size of the limbs as he let them relax to their normal resting position, nearly brushing the sides of the small room.
Still he said nothing. He had nothing to say. But he did watch the angel's movements intently, acting more like a scared, wounded cat than he would have liked to admit.
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Date: 2007-02-26 12:05 am (UTC)He sat where he was told to; the slight tremor in the base of his wings was visually amplified by the size of the limbs as he let them relax to their normal resting position, nearly brushing the sides of the small room.
Still he said nothing. He had nothing to say. But he did watch the angel's movements intently, acting more like a scared, wounded cat than he would have liked to admit.