( the sight that greets crowley isn't a reassuring one. if anything, it was more along the lines of an outright nightmare, one that was far more imaginative than either of them could dream up. aziraphale has started to curl in on himself, knees starting to pull up to his chest, as he keeps his hands pressed flat against the new pair of ears that had decided to make an appearance tonight.
they are soft and fuzzy underneath his palms.
his gaze snaps upwards when he eventually acknowledges crowley's presence, his eyes glinting unnaturally in the low light. )
Crowley—
( he tries, voice sounding unnaturally harsh. it barely sounds like it belongs to him at all.
he screws his eyes shut. )
Please.
( leave.
stay with him.
leave.
stay with him.
he doesn't know what he wants, but he surely wants crowley to do something for him. )
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they are soft and fuzzy underneath his palms.
his gaze snaps upwards when he eventually acknowledges crowley's presence, his eyes glinting unnaturally in the low light. )
Crowley—
( he tries, voice sounding unnaturally harsh. it barely sounds like it belongs to him at all.
he screws his eyes shut. )
Please.
( leave.
stay with him.
leave.
stay with him.
he doesn't know what he wants, but he surely wants crowley to do something for him. )