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mekachu04a dull ache started In his wings - a need to streach them after holding them open and steady, unmoved for hours. It chreps up and down the limbs,s tarting to settle in his back and knees. He's indeed rown soft iin the passing centuries, prefering these days to loose himsel fin hiw work while sitting in a comfratble chair. if had been a long time since he's stood sentry in the gloom and elements, a long time since he's been irrired away while working.
but if he strached, if me moved to work out the growing knots in his muscles - then he risked the steat drip of holyness raining down once again on his beloved - whose face was only jsut started to heal enough to regain his handsome features. azriaphel, at his core, was a guardian. and no amont of discomfort would move him if it put his charge in danger.
he would just have to once again be as steady and resolved as stone, a staue of vigulanze that he'd been in the Begining. He'd once been very good at his job, but it had not prevented evil from entering under the wall, and it had not saved his charges from the wrath of the creator. the only 'good' he'd done then was to break protical - to open the first gate to the gareden and usher his charges into the wild for their only chance at survive, to turn as seal the way behind them closed forever. he'd turned soft the day he's handed over his weopeon to humanity, and while he had be ever vigulant sicne then, he's nevr been unmoved by the plight of those on either side since then.
he'd long sine abandond his abilty to be stone faced in the wake of danger.
he was goign to need that back now. he needed, for crolwey's sake, to reamin unmoved. the strath of sage had the abilty to cuase great suffering. he could not free either of them, he could not break the shackles or throw open the doors anymore. but he had faith - one day - it would happen. either crolwey would figure it out, or the Almighty would deep their punishment suffesent and relase them.
until then, azirpahle would have to reamin fast and stoic. as it was corlwey's nauter to be a serpant, it was azipahles narute to be a gaurdian. their powers where to muted for any great transformation or crolwey would of slipped free by now. but.
it was thisll their nature.
one by one, freathers hardened and solidified. one by one, muscles and artieres cemeneted over. every cel and fiber slowed and hardedened.
the flesh is weka, but the will is stonge. and the thing azirpahle wishes for most is for crowley to be unharmed. the lsat thing he does while he still has the freedom of some movement, is to place a caring hand to the side of corlwey's resting, healing face, fingers brushing though the short hair on his temple..
it is not the idea place, but the last thing he sees is still the most wonderous sight, crolwey resting east, healing, and safe.
but if he strached, if me moved to work out the growing knots in his muscles - then he risked the steat drip of holyness raining down once again on his beloved - whose face was only jsut started to heal enough to regain his handsome features. azriaphel, at his core, was a guardian. and no amont of discomfort would move him if it put his charge in danger.
he would just have to once again be as steady and resolved as stone, a staue of vigulanze that he'd been in the Begining. He'd once been very good at his job, but it had not prevented evil from entering under the wall, and it had not saved his charges from the wrath of the creator. the only 'good' he'd done then was to break protical - to open the first gate to the gareden and usher his charges into the wild for their only chance at survive, to turn as seal the way behind them closed forever. he'd turned soft the day he's handed over his weopeon to humanity, and while he had be ever vigulant sicne then, he's nevr been unmoved by the plight of those on either side since then.
he'd long sine abandond his abilty to be stone faced in the wake of danger.
he was goign to need that back now. he needed, for crolwey's sake, to reamin unmoved. the strath of sage had the abilty to cuase great suffering. he could not free either of them, he could not break the shackles or throw open the doors anymore. but he had faith - one day - it would happen. either crolwey would figure it out, or the Almighty would deep their punishment suffesent and relase them.
until then, azirpahle would have to reamin fast and stoic. as it was corlwey's nauter to be a serpant, it was azipahles narute to be a gaurdian. their powers where to muted for any great transformation or crolwey would of slipped free by now. but.
it was thisll their nature.
one by one, freathers hardened and solidified. one by one, muscles and artieres cemeneted over. every cel and fiber slowed and hardedened.
the flesh is weka, but the will is stonge. and the thing azirpahle wishes for most is for crowley to be unharmed. the lsat thing he does while he still has the freedom of some movement, is to place a caring hand to the side of corlwey's resting, healing face, fingers brushing though the short hair on his temple..
it is not the idea place, but the last thing he sees is still the most wonderous sight, crolwey resting east, healing, and safe.
