Aziraphale's hand is warm against his. He thinks about before, about finally kissing Aziraphale in the bar. How he'd sat across from him all these years wanting that, wanting to tell him anything about how he felt, and then they had it. Just for a moment. It was a good moment, he's not letting anything take it away from him.
He can't lose Aziraphale, not like this. That was too close, and their hand is above this horrific looking injury, and there was a moment there where Crowley wasn't even sure if Aziraphale would get the benefit of discorporation.
"Hastur might think he killed you," he offers. "He might think whatever he did to you, he killed you. You could have a chance to be free of this."
He'd have to leave Crowley. That part goes unsaid. Hastur certainly hasn't lost his bloodlust for the demon. But Aziraphale could stand a chance on his own.
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Date: 2019-08-22 10:47 pm (UTC)He can't lose Aziraphale, not like this. That was too close, and their hand is above this horrific looking injury, and there was a moment there where Crowley wasn't even sure if Aziraphale would get the benefit of discorporation.
"Hastur might think he killed you," he offers. "He might think whatever he did to you, he killed you. You could have a chance to be free of this."
He'd have to leave Crowley. That part goes unsaid. Hastur certainly hasn't lost his bloodlust for the demon. But Aziraphale could stand a chance on his own.