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he's still excaused when he awakaes, some untold time alter, but it's warm and he feels safe in awa her hasn't in a lng time. his visin is filled with soft skina nd pale curls, and the smell of angel almost comeplety blocks out the sulpher lingers at hte edge of his sences.
he can't slip back off to dream land though, the warm blue haze glowing between them a steady reminder of how the balance has been lost. newly formed hands slid thoght he edges of a gory blue shirt to the ragged flesh below, still torn open for all to see. Azirpahle sighs at his touch but doesn't awake, tucking in closer.
he hears a pan tapping somwhere behind him, and he can smell the sublet tones of his former boss working just out of sight.
He prpobbly would of burn himself out rying to heal these last few wounds, and as much as he wants to close the open torso to aziaraple's grace, there is something else that needs his attention first.
His corperation is healed - as least s muhc as it can be, but hrer are still ingures to his true form that need seen too - the worse being the exposed tatters of where his wings where torn out. Crolwey ignores Lucifer as he slides free of his angels hold, and carefully encurages his to lay flat on his stomache.
it's something they don't talk about, the scars high on his back -wings that once covered Crolewy in Edan taken shortly after for failure int he graden. Azirpahle was not hte only angel to be demoted that day, all of the cerib and at least one serphim stipped of their rank and demoned to the lowerest circle. All the cerbim had thier flight wings removed, baniched to earth as Priciplaities. Azirpahle was never comepleteyl certain what happen to his superior, but hadn't thought Chamiel had Fallen. He thinks the former seriph was sent to the Americas, but could never verify it.
In the millium after, Azirpahle had done quiet well confinicing humans his remaining wings - normally used for modesty inthe celstial realm - where infact just as proper as any other wings that angels would display - and most humans whreren't looking close neough at his wings, and more couwering in terrer - to notice anything amiss. they were smaller than typiacly espected, but if he puffed up just right, humans really could tell the differance.
not that any of htat mattered anymore. crowley placed the heals of his hands at the base of hte angels spine, slowley pressing up along the row of bones, it was an indujence that azirpahle tyically only partook in after a few bottles of wine, and it broke crolwey;s heard to realise he'd lost that connection now. the mucles shuddered under his administrations, bother human and other worldly, and each pass caused the remaining appendagice to shudder and relax. instead of oulling them out of the eother to groom though, they slowly calmed and settled back inot the places between existance, still an agreious injuty, but no longer one exposed to the world, and slipped back inside to begin to heal.
the scars fromt he cleam ambutation shone bright and high on his back though the tateeres of his shirt, and now there ews an ugle network on webbing low on his back where the trama and pain still shown on the surface. crowley traced osme o fte network, wondering if htis too would jsut being somethingy they'd have to learn to live with.
He'd loved to jsut stay, let his mind wander, but he had an audiance, even his there was the illusion of privacy. slidding off hte angel, crowley checked to make sure he was comfortable, but for turning to the Master of the Realm.
Lucifer set aside his work, tunring to regard the renigade demon adn the angel tht had upset the balance he'd been trying to mintian since hte end that wasn't. finally, he gestured to the chair across te desk from him, still posisioned to keep crowley between the Lord of Hell and the angel.
"I expect you have questioned. you always did."
he can't slip back off to dream land though, the warm blue haze glowing between them a steady reminder of how the balance has been lost. newly formed hands slid thoght he edges of a gory blue shirt to the ragged flesh below, still torn open for all to see. Azirpahle sighs at his touch but doesn't awake, tucking in closer.
he hears a pan tapping somwhere behind him, and he can smell the sublet tones of his former boss working just out of sight.
He prpobbly would of burn himself out rying to heal these last few wounds, and as much as he wants to close the open torso to aziaraple's grace, there is something else that needs his attention first.
His corperation is healed - as least s muhc as it can be, but hrer are still ingures to his true form that need seen too - the worse being the exposed tatters of where his wings where torn out. Crolwey ignores Lucifer as he slides free of his angels hold, and carefully encurages his to lay flat on his stomache.
it's something they don't talk about, the scars high on his back -wings that once covered Crolewy in Edan taken shortly after for failure int he graden. Azirpahle was not hte only angel to be demoted that day, all of the cerib and at least one serphim stipped of their rank and demoned to the lowerest circle. All the cerbim had thier flight wings removed, baniched to earth as Priciplaities. Azirpahle was never comepleteyl certain what happen to his superior, but hadn't thought Chamiel had Fallen. He thinks the former seriph was sent to the Americas, but could never verify it.
In the millium after, Azirpahle had done quiet well confinicing humans his remaining wings - normally used for modesty inthe celstial realm - where infact just as proper as any other wings that angels would display - and most humans whreren't looking close neough at his wings, and more couwering in terrer - to notice anything amiss. they were smaller than typiacly espected, but if he puffed up just right, humans really could tell the differance.
not that any of htat mattered anymore. crowley placed the heals of his hands at the base of hte angels spine, slowley pressing up along the row of bones, it was an indujence that azirpahle tyically only partook in after a few bottles of wine, and it broke crolwey;s heard to realise he'd lost that connection now. the mucles shuddered under his administrations, bother human and other worldly, and each pass caused the remaining appendagice to shudder and relax. instead of oulling them out of the eother to groom though, they slowly calmed and settled back inot the places between existance, still an agreious injuty, but no longer one exposed to the world, and slipped back inside to begin to heal.
the scars fromt he cleam ambutation shone bright and high on his back though the tateeres of his shirt, and now there ews an ugle network on webbing low on his back where the trama and pain still shown on the surface. crowley traced osme o fte network, wondering if htis too would jsut being somethingy they'd have to learn to live with.
He'd loved to jsut stay, let his mind wander, but he had an audiance, even his there was the illusion of privacy. slidding off hte angel, crowley checked to make sure he was comfortable, but for turning to the Master of the Realm.
Lucifer set aside his work, tunring to regard the renigade demon adn the angel tht had upset the balance he'd been trying to mintian since hte end that wasn't. finally, he gestured to the chair across te desk from him, still posisioned to keep crowley between the Lord of Hell and the angel.
"I expect you have questioned. you always did."
