"Hmm?" He tries very hard not to look at him because he can hear him trying to get his breathing under control and it's very tempting to do just the opposite. But enough inspiration is quite enough and too much of that will lead to very bad things, he is sure. But it won't because he has had 6,000 years of mastering his passions. Or at least, not over-indulging.
And the first part is to stop thinking about it-- Crowley's question helps, though the sound of his voice does not and his wings flex, revealing his frustration though he's not altogether aware of it.
"Oh, the book. I have no idea." He flips through it absently, watching words seem to form themselves. Ideas and whispers and spells. Interesting. Fascinating book. He manages to look over at Crowley and notes the hand print which makes his face heat a little for no particular reason.
"Look, you've smudged it." The book seems to suggest a wish might fix it and so Aziraphale focuses his mind and blows the spell from his fingertips. It seems to him that a faint brush of air flickers over the hand print--
--and then the entire window cracks and shatters into a million pieces of shining glass.
Aziraphale stares at it a moment.
"Right! Time to get a wiggle on. Coming?" And he hurries off.
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Date: 2019-06-27 03:18 am (UTC)And the first part is to stop thinking about it-- Crowley's question helps, though the sound of his voice does not and his wings flex, revealing his frustration though he's not altogether aware of it.
"Oh, the book. I have no idea." He flips through it absently, watching words seem to form themselves. Ideas and whispers and spells. Interesting. Fascinating book. He manages to look over at Crowley and notes the hand print which makes his face heat a little for no particular reason.
"Look, you've smudged it." The book seems to suggest a wish might fix it and so Aziraphale focuses his mind and blows the spell from his fingertips. It seems to him that a faint brush of air flickers over the hand print--
--and then the entire window cracks and shatters into a million pieces of shining glass.
Aziraphale stares at it a moment.
"Right! Time to get a wiggle on. Coming?" And he hurries off.