Aziraphale, luckily, landed on his bum, sending only a minor bolt through his injured leg. He sat there, shaking numbly. His vision swam from bloodloss.
He blinked. The blond boy stood there, looking at them both in shock. Aziraphale's gaze dropped down to follow his, and found Crowley, shockingly still. A discorporation. No.
The only sign it wasn't a discorporation was that Crowley was breathing. Shallowly, but there it was. Aziraphale reached for his head and shifted it carefully, moving it to rest on his lap as bent over the fallen demon. He was too far gone for tears. He wrapped his wings about the both of them, running his hands over Crowley's clammy skin.
"My. Dear. Boy," Aziraphale gritted out, aware of the shadow falling over him, and then lost the edge of anger, feeling misery and numbness claim him. His tone softened, but was still full of... oddness. The boy didn't need an angel's anger after Crowley's words. "Run to the Manor. Need help."
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Date: 2005-08-08 11:02 pm (UTC)He blinked. The blond boy stood there, looking at them both in shock. Aziraphale's gaze dropped down to follow his, and found Crowley, shockingly still. A discorporation. No.
The only sign it wasn't a discorporation was that Crowley was breathing. Shallowly, but there it was. Aziraphale reached for his head and shifted it carefully, moving it to rest on his lap as bent over the fallen demon. He was too far gone for tears. He wrapped his wings about the both of them, running his hands over Crowley's clammy skin.
"My. Dear. Boy," Aziraphale gritted out, aware of the shadow falling over him, and then lost the edge of anger, feeling misery and numbness claim him. His tone softened, but was still full of... oddness. The boy didn't need an angel's anger after Crowley's words. "Run to the Manor. Need help."
He looked up at the boy. Wizard. "Go!"