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Day 37 - 284 words - Prompt: burned
it burned like liquid fire, and Gabriel felt his corporation rebelling against him - protesting his lack of needing to breath with heart shuddering coughs, shaking apart his whole frame.
Across from him, Aziraphale at least had the decency to study his empty drinking vessel - pretend he wasn't bearing witness tot eh archangels' shame.
The Demon Crowley had no such reservations, throwing his own drink back, and refilling the trio of tiny glasses.
"Maybe this time, drink it, instead of breathing it. I knew its all the same hole at the start, but i promise they are meant to go different places."
Aziraphale used the guise of more patiently drinking his shot - still all in one go, but calmer than his century old drinking partner - to hide his aborted laugh.
Crowley help his own glass up, waiting for Gabriel to going them. not to be out maneuvered, Gabriel took his glass, clear liquid despite in the palm of his hand. He was certain that you where not meant to drink it like the demon preferred, but Aziraphale was clearly messing with him too. no way was this supposed to linger in the mouth. this attempt only went mildly better, still shuddering at the burning taste lingering on his tongue and the way this throat spazmed as it went down.
"It's an acquired taste," Crowley explained, "so until you get used to it, try not to.. taste it"
"Very helpful," Gabriel sneered; it was not helpful at all. but it did explain the odd tossing motion the demon had when he did drink, like he was attempting to avoid his tounge all together.
Aziraphale just shrugged, and took his time with each glass, happy for both drinks and a show.
Across from him, Aziraphale at least had the decency to study his empty drinking vessel - pretend he wasn't bearing witness tot eh archangels' shame.
The Demon Crowley had no such reservations, throwing his own drink back, and refilling the trio of tiny glasses.
"Maybe this time, drink it, instead of breathing it. I knew its all the same hole at the start, but i promise they are meant to go different places."
Aziraphale used the guise of more patiently drinking his shot - still all in one go, but calmer than his century old drinking partner - to hide his aborted laugh.
Crowley help his own glass up, waiting for Gabriel to going them. not to be out maneuvered, Gabriel took his glass, clear liquid despite in the palm of his hand. He was certain that you where not meant to drink it like the demon preferred, but Aziraphale was clearly messing with him too. no way was this supposed to linger in the mouth. this attempt only went mildly better, still shuddering at the burning taste lingering on his tongue and the way this throat spazmed as it went down.
"It's an acquired taste," Crowley explained, "so until you get used to it, try not to.. taste it"
"Very helpful," Gabriel sneered; it was not helpful at all. but it did explain the odd tossing motion the demon had when he did drink, like he was attempting to avoid his tounge all together.
Aziraphale just shrugged, and took his time with each glass, happy for both drinks and a show.