When the force of the kick knocked him off a precarious balance that pushed him flat to the floor, momentarily shoving Ligur's nails along his face, Aziraphale fell in pain and sobered himself.
He was simply glad Crowley hadn't seen this, although from the sting of the scratches, it seemed like the demon would inevitably find out, sooner over later.
Aziraphale closed his eyes, and turned to thoughts of holiness. He undid mental blocks (meditation and compartmentalization were divine things) that prevented him from blinding innocent passersby, and his halo began to shine. And shine. And shine.
The angel rose slowly, face bloody (one hand still cupped his cheek, slick against his sweating, red-smeared skin), and stood strongly, halo shining into every crevice in the room.
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Date: 2006-02-18 09:36 am (UTC)He was simply glad Crowley hadn't seen this, although from the sting of the scratches, it seemed like the demon would inevitably find out, sooner over later.
Aziraphale closed his eyes, and turned to thoughts of holiness. He undid mental blocks (meditation and compartmentalization were divine things) that prevented him from blinding innocent passersby, and his halo began to shine. And shine. And shine.
The angel rose slowly, face bloody (one hand still cupped his cheek, slick against his sweating, red-smeared skin), and stood strongly, halo shining into every crevice in the room.
"Be gone," he mumbled.