sauntered_downward: ([aziraphale] backs)
"I'll do anything," Crowley says. "Just tell me what to do, angel."

He would rip out part of his soul to give to Aziraphale if it would fix what has happened. As a matter of fact, that almost seems like a good idea, if Crowley had any idea how to do that. If he wouldn't just be hurting Aziraphale by pasting part of a demon onto him.

He runs his thumb along the top of Aziraphale's fingers, a now-familiar gesture between them. He could try to heal him, he thinks. He's just not good at it. He remembers being good at healing. When he was an angel, so long ago. He was good at building things, at making things happen. But he's been a demon for far longer than he was ever an angel.
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