The coiled and waiting snake metaphor was a very apt one as it turned out. Everything demon in him was screaming, HELL YEAH, strike and have yourself a delicious dove meal! But, everything good left in him, that he often denied existed, held back carefully watching and waiting so the little bird didn't frighten and fly away.
Crowley opened his mouth hoping there would be some sort of flash of brilliance and a witty remark would usher forth about the best way to inspire a spark in a angel... instead he gaped quite openly that Azriaphale had just run his eyes over him.
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Date: 2019-06-25 04:00 am (UTC)Crowley opened his mouth hoping there would be some sort of flash of brilliance and a witty remark would usher forth about the best way to inspire a spark in a angel... instead he gaped quite openly that Azriaphale had just run his eyes over him.
Opposite day continued.
"I... uh..."
Brilliant.