This is supposed to be what Crowley does. Crowley sacrifices himself to end this, because it's what would save Aziraphale. He's been thinking it since before they were in that awful motel eating cheap sushi and talking about Japan. He's been thinking it, and then here Aziraphale is, trying to make the bargain that was supposed to be Crowley's to offer.
He's too exposed here. He drops to the ground and concentrates. It's been a long time since he's done this, but it's time, now. He becomes long and thin, sliding his body across the floor.
"You don't," Hastur says. "After all. You don't have anything to bargain with except your life. And I was going to take that anyway."
He takes a step forward and his hand shoots out, going around the angel's throat.
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Date: 2019-08-19 05:47 pm (UTC)This is supposed to be what Crowley does. Crowley sacrifices himself to end this, because it's what would save Aziraphale. He's been thinking it since before they were in that awful motel eating cheap sushi and talking about Japan. He's been thinking it, and then here Aziraphale is, trying to make the bargain that was supposed to be Crowley's to offer.
He's too exposed here. He drops to the ground and concentrates. It's been a long time since he's done this, but it's time, now. He becomes long and thin, sliding his body across the floor.
"You don't," Hastur says. "After all. You don't have anything to bargain with except your life. And I was going to take that anyway."
He takes a step forward and his hand shoots out, going around the angel's throat.