Aziraphale takes that moment to finally take in his surroundings. The books, the TV. The V feeling of peace in these grounds. Not quite holy, no, or his companion would have been struggling. But a welcoming feeling none the less, specially right now.
An ache in his chest, a very real one, causes him to stop and look down again. The darkened, black and greying skin on the center of his chest, the way it splinters. The way he just can't quite seem to simply... Will it away. He frowns, looking at how much of it he can see without the aid of a mirror, then he sets to buttoning his shirt back up.
He looks around for his bow, finding it discarded where he had been lying. When he picks it up, he frowns some more, noticing the singe mark on the fabric.
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Date: 2019-09-02 01:23 am (UTC)An ache in his chest, a very real one, causes him to stop and look down again. The darkened, black and greying skin on the center of his chest, the way it splinters. The way he just can't quite seem to simply... Will it away. He frowns, looking at how much of it he can see without the aid of a mirror, then he sets to buttoning his shirt back up.
He looks around for his bow, finding it discarded where he had been lying. When he picks it up, he frowns some more, noticing the singe mark on the fabric.