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aj_crawley) wrote2004-11-21 02:03 pm
aj_crawley) wrote2004-11-21 02:03 pm
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Crowley made the flight without his jacket.
He sits with his back against the wall, and the icicles melt, but he doesn't feel any less numb.
Eventually, a faceless hand drops an envelope into his lap with a murmur. If the deliverer notices the dark bruising under Crowley's half-open shirt collar, he doesn't say anything.
Oh.
After he has tied the ribbon around his wrist, Crowley starts to shake. His breath is coming in harsh, painful gulps, and there is a knife-sharp ache in his chest. The demon doesn't know what this is; only that he can no more stop it than he can dream.
He sits with his back against the wall, and the icicles melt, but he doesn't feel any less numb.
Eventually, a faceless hand drops an envelope into his lap with a murmur. If the deliverer notices the dark bruising under Crowley's half-open shirt collar, he doesn't say anything.
Oh.
After he has tied the ribbon around his wrist, Crowley starts to shake. His breath is coming in harsh, painful gulps, and there is a knife-sharp ache in his chest. The demon doesn't know what this is; only that he can no more stop it than he can dream.