It’s a small, brittle word in Crowley’s mouth, but huge in its significance.
All at once, like the moment a miracle sinks in and he finds himself comprehending the syllables and shapes of a human language, Aziraphale feels understanding start to dawn. He’s been on a non-stop thwarting tour of Spain, insinuating himself between the righteous and those they would strike down, and at the holy seat of the Inquisition he’s found an angel on the verge of madness.
Aziraphale has to breathe firmly and calmly through the first stirrings of rage. Later. Not now. This won’t help him, now. It wasn’t what he needed before the Flood, or after Sodom.
“Not the way you think,” he says at last, cupping a hand to smooth water over the matted mess of Crowley’s hair. “It’s all thwarting—from nuisances all the way up to sabotage. Been all over the country making certain humans’ job much harder for them than it ought to be.”
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My own tribute to the Death of Rats. ;D A’s cackling.
Date: 2020-05-02 08:48 pm (UTC)All at once, like the moment a miracle sinks in and he finds himself comprehending the syllables and shapes of a human language, Aziraphale feels understanding start to dawn. He’s been on a non-stop thwarting tour of Spain, insinuating himself between the righteous and those they would strike down, and at the holy seat of the Inquisition he’s found an angel on the verge of madness.
Aziraphale has to breathe firmly and calmly through the first stirrings of rage. Later. Not now. This won’t help him, now. It wasn’t what he needed before the Flood, or after Sodom.
“Not the way you think,” he says at last, cupping a hand to smooth water over the matted mess of Crowley’s hair. “It’s all thwarting—from nuisances all the way up to sabotage. Been all over the country making certain humans’ job much harder for them than it ought to be.”