The light torment from the scratch excited as much as the indecent noises from an angel had and in the process of looking for firmer purchase Crowley's hand landed against the pane of glass pressing his advantage with his partner further. So it was a rude shock when that staying hand landed on his chest and gently pushed him back right in the middle of a very unflattering duck-faced kiss. Quite enough inspiration? Maybe Azriaphale could turn passion off so easily but he had to stand there a moment to allow his emotions to settle. Something he did reluctantly and with a firmly disappointed frown.
Course he hadn't known a kid was there, so when Azriaphale hurried off to recollect his book and Crowley caught sight of the boy being led away he began to feel the angel might... possibly... have been right.
"What do you plan to do with that?"
The question was asked to give him time to still his breathing but from the corner of his eye he glanced the horrified expression of the temp weapon smith clerk. A deeper look into the shop revealed the reason. It wasn't due to the scene outside it was the chaos inside that had inspired the fear. Every lantern, torch, and candle burned with an intense flame far bigger and hotter than they ever would have been able to reach under normal circumstances. Staring into the bonfire that was the crystal lamp hanging in the window he noticed something else. The glass under his hand was soft and malleable, melted by the furnace on the other side of the pane. Quickly he drew it away and inspected the amazingly burn free nature of his palm. As he did so the fires inside the store shrank, finally going out entirely to leave only a demon's hand print forever trapped in a pane of cooling glass.
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Course he hadn't known a kid was there, so when Azriaphale hurried off to recollect his book and Crowley caught sight of the boy being led away he began to feel the angel might... possibly... have been right.
"What do you plan to do with that?"
The question was asked to give him time to still his breathing but from the corner of his eye he glanced the horrified expression of the temp weapon smith clerk. A deeper look into the shop revealed the reason. It wasn't due to the scene outside it was the chaos inside that had inspired the fear. Every lantern, torch, and candle burned with an intense flame far bigger and hotter than they ever would have been able to reach under normal circumstances. Staring into the bonfire that was the crystal lamp hanging in the window he noticed something else. The glass under his hand was soft and malleable, melted by the furnace on the other side of the pane. Quickly he drew it away and inspected the amazingly burn free nature of his palm. As he did so the fires inside the store shrank, finally going out entirely to leave only a demon's hand print forever trapped in a pane of cooling glass.