Aziraphale laughed, free and unexpected. "'You show me yours, I'll show you mine?'" he quoted, an amusing twinkle in his crinkling blue eyes. "Well, very well. If there's anyone here that is terribly surprised at my wings, I could always say it was a costume."
He coughed, stretching, and began to unbutton his shirt. "It's easier," he explained. "Um, if you would...?" the angel asked him, blushing to the roots of his blond curls. "I don't really enjoy... oh, heavens, it's your favour, never mind." He finished with the buttons, pulling it off and folding it neatly before banishing it to the shared room.
Then the angel took a deep breath, closed his eyes as if to meditate, and within moments a pair of two brilliantly pure wings unfolded from his back, stretching to their full expansion of sixteen feet across and eight feet tall. He reeled them in quickly, mindful of the other dancers and their audience.
"That feels better," he confessed, touching one of his shoulders to massage the cramped and disused muscle there.
"Oh, my dear, by the way," and his halo shone through, brightening the air around him and lightening his eyes to a bright and beautiful blue, penetrating, as he stared directly at Hermes, tall and strong and noble. "I'm an angel."
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Date: 2006-06-22 07:28 am (UTC)He coughed, stretching, and began to unbutton his shirt. "It's easier," he explained. "Um, if you would...?" the angel asked him, blushing to the roots of his blond curls. "I don't really enjoy... oh, heavens, it's your favour, never mind." He finished with the buttons, pulling it off and folding it neatly before banishing it to the shared room.
Then the angel took a deep breath, closed his eyes as if to meditate, and within moments a pair of two brilliantly pure wings unfolded from his back, stretching to their full expansion of sixteen feet across and eight feet tall. He reeled them in quickly, mindful of the other dancers and their audience.
"That feels better," he confessed, touching one of his shoulders to massage the cramped and disused muscle there.
"Oh, my dear, by the way," and his halo shone through, brightening the air around him and lightening his eyes to a bright and beautiful blue, penetrating, as he stared directly at Hermes, tall and strong and noble. "I'm an angel."