The tableau stays in place for another few minutes: the one bent over almost in half, the other on one knee before him, the only movement the slow caress of the demon's thumb.
The madman laughs all at once, turning his hand and catching at the demon's fingers, clutching them and using them as leverage so he can stagger to his feet. 'Stagger' is definitely the world; he's as unsteady as a ship in a storm, and his other hand is soon braced against the wall to keep him upright.
This time he does look at Aziraphale's face, his grin more than a little fey, but not displeased. "Well," says Crowley. "Can hardly refuse an offer like that, can I. 'Sides, Christ walked with madmen and drunkards; you might as well follow in his steps. He had large feet, not hard to follow." He hiccups suddenly, sways a little, and his expression changes to something a little more familliar. "I think. Did he have large feet? Don't remember."
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The feeling is overwhelmingly mutual, as hopefully A knows by now.
Date: 2020-04-08 10:11 pm (UTC)The madman laughs all at once, turning his hand and catching at the demon's fingers, clutching them and using them as leverage so he can stagger to his feet. 'Stagger' is definitely the world; he's as unsteady as a ship in a storm, and his other hand is soon braced against the wall to keep him upright.
This time he does look at Aziraphale's face, his grin more than a little fey, but not displeased. "Well," says Crowley. "Can hardly refuse an offer like that, can I. 'Sides, Christ walked with madmen and drunkards; you might as well follow in his steps. He had large feet, not hard to follow." He hiccups suddenly, sways a little, and his expression changes to something a little more familliar. "I think. Did he have large feet? Don't remember."