And so Aziraphale was lifted up into the air, one hand still feebly clutching at Crowley.
"My dear," he croaked, a furrow between his sandy brows. His blue-grey eyes stayed fixed on the puppet-like form of the unconscious demon in front of him.
His wings were awkward. Aziraphale felt rather as if he was being helped to float by puppet strings - puppet strings that were doing almost nothing to help his leg, which still bled a small, steady trickle. Oh. Well. He wanted to put his wings away, but he didn't have the energy.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Agnes?" he said, weakly, his voice still eerily calm. "Is that you, there? Why..." You're looking less corporated than when last I'd seen you, was what Aziraphale meant to say, but the words stuck in his throat. He couldn't say idle things just now.
They floated - or at least Agnes, Crowley, and he did; Draco trudged back - back to the manor.
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Date: 2005-08-09 03:05 am (UTC)"My dear," he croaked, a furrow between his sandy brows. His blue-grey eyes stayed fixed on the puppet-like form of the unconscious demon in front of him.
His wings were awkward. Aziraphale felt rather as if he was being helped to float by puppet strings - puppet strings that were doing almost nothing to help his leg, which still bled a small, steady trickle. Oh. Well. He wanted to put his wings away, but he didn't have the energy.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Agnes?" he said, weakly, his voice still eerily calm. "Is that you, there? Why..." You're looking less corporated than when last I'd seen you, was what Aziraphale meant to say, but the words stuck in his throat. He couldn't say idle things just now.
They floated - or at least Agnes, Crowley, and he did; Draco trudged back - back to the manor.