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[pointisdolphins]

Time: May 1st
Place: The basement
Status: Private (Aziraphale, Crowley)-Complete
Summary: Crowley wakes up in Aziraphale’s lap.

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[pointisdolphins]

Crowley would have frozen in place had he been moving. As it was he stopped breathing, silently berating himself for being thoughtless. He had momentarily forgotten the other nightmare he'd had. The demon was trying to act as normal as possible, despite being on the angel's lap and despite having apparently just woken up from what was quite literally one of his worst nightmares.

"Ssssure," he finally replied, trying for nonchalance. Crowley needed to seem perfectly fine because otherwise the angel would read him like a book and know he was planning something.*

*And he WAS planning something, even if he didn't know what yet. He merely knew he had to make certain he never betrayed Aziraphale.

[pointisdolphins]

Crowley was nearly out, so he had to focus hard on the angel in order to understand him. The blow from Beelzebub most certainly would have been a fatal wound and as he'd kept it when he awoke, only the angel's healing had kept him in Existence. The only issue was that even the well-intentioned healing was from a holy source and weakened as the Serpent was, it was affecting the demon negatively even as it was healing the physical damage.

"Wha'?" he mumbled, then vaguely recalled where they were. "Oh. It migh', jussssst the d'monicnessss of it..." Crowley trailed off, his eyes slipping shut, the blackness calling him.