Crowley takes a long shaky breath and closes his eyes, then turns his face into Aziraphale's hand so his lips brush against the demon's fingers. He stays like that for a moment, basking in Aziraphale's nearness and drawing strength from it.
Then he takes another breath, releases Aziraphale's wrist and sits up a bit straighter. "Cut my hair, would you please?" It's a thick sodden mass on his neck and back, dripping. "'m sure you could get it all, all fixed up. But I'd rather cut it. Please."
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Auughhh me too. And I didn't plan this but he's very insistent.
Date: 2020-05-03 01:40 am (UTC)Then he takes another breath, releases Aziraphale's wrist and sits up a bit straighter. "Cut my hair, would you please?" It's a thick sodden mass on his neck and back, dripping. "'m sure you could get it all, all fixed up. But I'd rather cut it. Please."