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[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

When; Friday, August 10th, late evening
Rating; pg-13 for blood and stuff?
Characters; Gil andromedacanrot, Crowley saunturing_down, and Aziraphale wingedly
Summary; Crowley's been pissy, and when he stumbles across a certain brand of monster bait, things don't go so well. Fortunately, there's an angel to step in...
Log;

Crowley was beginning to wonder how long he was going to have to wander around before he just got sick of it and went back to the apartment. Really, he was loathe to make Lyra upset, but this wouldn't turn out like Jowy and Kamui. The demon remembered that whole fiasco, and the last thing he wanted to do was remind the girl of that. He was planning on trying to find Aziraphale tomorrow and talk this out...but he had needed to cool down first so he didn't end up saying something he'd regret.

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[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Gil was on the ground, screaming and wailing and yelling.

He shrunk and kicked from Aziraphale’s touch, writhing and spitting, “Ahh- don’t- Getawayfromme!”

He completely ignored Crowley, his accusations hitting the center of the brain Gil was most ashamed of, the part where he realized and acknowledged his problem. Thus, automatically, he turned it off.

He was more concerned with the angel.

“Ohgod- No!” He threw his hands up, in front of him, as if expecting great peril at Aziraphale’s next touch.

[wingedly.livejournal.com]

There had never been a time, at least in his world, where an angel’s presence invoked a reaction such as this. But that didn’t mean that Aziraphale would inflict any further pain upon the boy due to his wounds, so he drew back immediately and stood, worry creasing his expression. "I apologize for my rude behavior, dear," he murmured, shifting so that he stood by Crowley’s side to make sure he was all right as well as he clipped his wings back behind him, possibly out of sight.

"If you would wish it, I could fetch you a doctor, perhaps? You look as if you’re in an awful lot of pain..." This wouldn’t do, he couldn’t simply leave the stranger there to bleed to death now could he?

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Crowley raised an eyebrow at the boy's violent reaction. "Hey. What's wrong with you? He's just trying to heal you." he stated, one dark eyebrow raising as he shakily pushed to his feet, one hand still rubbing against his temples.

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Gil wouldn’t bleed out. Well. Maybe he would. It was possible. But Gil didn’t think he would, which was what mattered to him.

Gil held no animosity towards the things that tried to kill him, they didn’t have a say in the matter. A demon or a haint could attack, and he wouldn’t hate them. It was the angels, the FOG, that he had problems with; the hunted him of their own free will, as much as Gil could disconcern. So, fear clouded his face at the angel.

He didn’t answer him, and sat, full of fear and silence, panting, staring straight at Azirahpale, as if expecting him to make some slight-of-hand move.

In response to Crowley, he looked to him quickly, eyes darting back towards the demon, giving him a look of anger and understanding, as if to suggest him leaving before things really got bad.

[wingedly.livejournal.com]

It was clear that the young man felt mortally uncomfortable with his presence, and if there was anything that the angel excelled in, it was reading the emotions of others. But with that thought came a sickening guilt for what he had done to poor Crowley, and how there was no way he could possibly explain himself or set things to rights, this time. "Crowley, are you—" As Aziraphale turned his worried gaze upon his companion, he hadn’t realized he’d instantly extended a helping hand out toward him, of which he slowly retracted with an apologetic frown.

"...will you be all right?" Without me hung heavily in the air, unspoken, and the angel had half a mind to try and heal the demon without permission, but he had broken his trust and that was not something easily amended. Millennia after millennia spent among humans and their emotions had taught him that well enough.

Gathering his things together from the market, Aziraphale looked upon them both, blue gaze resting upon Crowley’s expression with as much courage he could manage before turning to leave again.

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Crowley looked from the angel to the boy and back again, yellow-green eyes turning toward Aziraphale as he moved away, meeting his eyes directly on as he turned to look back at him, before the angel turned away. Now, don't get him wrong, he was still angry. But despite that, there was one thing he wanted to make clear.

"Aziraphale." He called out, to get the angel's attention.

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Now, something fishy was going on here. It didn’t involve Gil, by the looks of it, so he just crouched low, waiting for it to be over, watching. The adrenaline from seeing an Angel was still fresh in his veins, keeping him from properly feeling any of his wounds, so he just bid his time, until things turned back to him, as they always irrevocably did.

He made himself still as possible. Maybe they would forget him.