![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
he knows what's about to happen even befor ehte angel does - the stiffening posture, the darkening arua, the sufficating calm that begins to settle. Newt moves first though, the lad's got a sence for things, corlwey will giv ehim that. He's got a boy in each arm - using brian and wednledale back into the building, calling for adam and pepper to follow. they can't see the new comer yet, butnot even the blind would miss the omious crowd gathering int he street.
they mean none of them any kindness, htat much is obvious. what is not so immediatly obvious is the hair trigger that's been pulled on azir[ahle's protective nature. the angel hasn't even noticed it yet, but he's manteling the door way, blocking crolwey and the humans from view and making it very clear that theis interrupptinin not welsome.
there's a pressure starting to build in corlweyy's cull, and adam makes a face, allowing newt to usser him along. he maynot be occult anymore, but he's still spent 11 years of his life unknowingly stweing in those seces, and that will take time to forget. azirpahle is gathering holy power to himself; an attempt to discourage attack, but a powerful wepon in its own right. the air dries out, humity sucked away, leaving the taste of dity and chemical behind.
pepper however, fearly young woman she is, is enthralled, and to crowley's horror, approacted azirpahle.she moves as in a trance, drwan in with the power ruching past her. corlwey can't stop to think - he rushes forward- azriaphle's grace burning along his skin. he's barely gottne tot he human shild when it starts - Lot's bane, pute, unfilteres holy - and crowley throws his wings around the human, hopeing to block before she has a shance to see.
he's not sure if he's melting, or she is, and he can only pray they both survive this. becuase azirpahle wont. if he accidently harms either hte humans or corlwey, it will destroy him. all crolwey can do is hold fast, a dark smear blotted out by the sheer glory of the almighty.
it's soda nad gommora all over again - except this time, corlwey is smake dabat ground zero. he can feel himself unwaveling, falling apart this time, unmade. it's sheer refuseal to acceot it that slows its progress. crolwey refuses to accept it, refuses to leave azirpahle alone with the fall out, refuses to let pepper be cuaght int he crossfire.
refuses....
they mean none of them any kindness, htat much is obvious. what is not so immediatly obvious is the hair trigger that's been pulled on azir[ahle's protective nature. the angel hasn't even noticed it yet, but he's manteling the door way, blocking crolwey and the humans from view and making it very clear that theis interrupptinin not welsome.
there's a pressure starting to build in corlweyy's cull, and adam makes a face, allowing newt to usser him along. he maynot be occult anymore, but he's still spent 11 years of his life unknowingly stweing in those seces, and that will take time to forget. azirpahle is gathering holy power to himself; an attempt to discourage attack, but a powerful wepon in its own right. the air dries out, humity sucked away, leaving the taste of dity and chemical behind.
pepper however, fearly young woman she is, is enthralled, and to crowley's horror, approacted azirpahle.she moves as in a trance, drwan in with the power ruching past her. corlwey can't stop to think - he rushes forward- azriaphle's grace burning along his skin. he's barely gottne tot he human shild when it starts - Lot's bane, pute, unfilteres holy - and crowley throws his wings around the human, hopeing to block before she has a shance to see.
he's not sure if he's melting, or she is, and he can only pray they both survive this. becuase azirpahle wont. if he accidently harms either hte humans or corlwey, it will destroy him. all crolwey can do is hold fast, a dark smear blotted out by the sheer glory of the almighty.
it's soda nad gommora all over again - except this time, corlwey is smake dabat ground zero. he can feel himself unwaveling, falling apart this time, unmade. it's sheer refuseal to acceot it that slows its progress. crolwey refuses to accept it, refuses to leave azirpahle alone with the fall out, refuses to let pepper be cuaght int he crossfire.
refuses....
