He's not sure what direction to head off in. His voice slightly echoes after he called out, all around, even with nothing to bounce from. It doesn't feel cold, or hot. He feels both too exposed, and cramped in all that nothingness. There's no color, no life, no sound.
He doesn't like it here.
But the angel suddenly turns. He could swear he heard something, something familiar. He couldn't hear the words, but he's sure it was for him. No idea where it came from, no idea where to look.
Then it starts to dim. And he feels himself slowly...drift down. He thinks that's down, anyway, can't quite tell, but he's gaining speed.
He's falling.
He doesn't scream, really. He's just very, very confused.
Aziraphale suddenly sits up with a deep gasp, and all of reality takes a few lazy seconds to come into focus. There's no...white? No-- there's no fire. Hellfire. There's no fire, and no darkened room. No Hastur--
Oh, but there's certainly burning and he grimaces, a hand instinctively curling towards his chest. He looks down at the awful dark splotch on the center of his chest, that splinters out into thin lines down towards his stomach and up to his colar and neck.
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Date: 2019-08-21 10:37 pm (UTC)He doesn't like it here.
But the angel suddenly turns. He could swear he heard something, something familiar. He couldn't hear the words, but he's sure it was for him. No idea where it came from, no idea where to look.
Then it starts to dim. And he feels himself slowly...drift down. He thinks that's down, anyway, can't quite tell, but he's gaining speed.
He's falling.
He doesn't scream, really. He's just very, very confused.
Aziraphale suddenly sits up with a deep gasp, and all of reality takes a few lazy seconds to come into focus. There's no...white? No-- there's no fire. Hellfire. There's no fire, and no darkened room. No Hastur--
Oh, but there's certainly burning and he grimaces, a hand instinctively curling towards his chest. He looks down at the awful dark splotch on the center of his chest, that splinters out into thin lines down towards his stomach and up to his colar and neck.
What in the world?