[They're hours from potentially dying. The world isn't about to end, but things still look remarkably grim. And yet even so, Crowley finds time to groan softly, because he's comfortable and he's got Aziraphale's fingers in his hair and this is literally all he's ever wanted.
But fine. He rolls over just slightly, squinting up with one yellow eye to read the writing. Agnes couldn't have used a spellchecker, huh, she really just went for it with all those words . . .
It isn't subtle. He can appreciate that, at least. Choose your faces wisely, and there's plenty of metaphoric ways to interpret that, but there's also one very literal one.]
It'll be risky.
[That's not nearly the word for it. Hell finding an angel in their midst would be . . . hm. It doesn't really bear thinking on, actually, and he shifts a little, edging in closer, like maybe sheer body mass might protect Aziraphale from that possibility.]
Heaven won't check. They'll think you did the right thing and turned up for your Divine punishment, no matter what it is. But Hell might just. You ready for that possibility?
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But fine. He rolls over just slightly, squinting up with one yellow eye to read the writing. Agnes couldn't have used a spellchecker, huh, she really just went for it with all those words . . .
It isn't subtle. He can appreciate that, at least. Choose your faces wisely, and there's plenty of metaphoric ways to interpret that, but there's also one very literal one.]
It'll be risky.
[That's not nearly the word for it. Hell finding an angel in their midst would be . . . hm. It doesn't really bear thinking on, actually, and he shifts a little, edging in closer, like maybe sheer body mass might protect Aziraphale from that possibility.]
Heaven won't check. They'll think you did the right thing and turned up for your Divine punishment, no matter what it is. But Hell might just. You ready for that possibility?