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“I do need a body. Pity I can’t inhabit yours.”
Crowley made an oooh noise at that and a rather serious face as he realized he needed to sober up right the hell now.
“Angel, demon...probably explode…”
“Do it.”
“Excuse me, I just said we’d probably explode!”
Crowley made a terrible face as he finished up purging alcohol from his system “Sober now. Heard the explode part. I did. Still willing to try.”
“That is a terrible idea!”
“But if it works, we can’t be made to fight. Really do cancel each other out then. And neither of us can get left behind…”
“It is potentially suicide!”
“I thought you were really dead. Dead dead. I can’t deal with that again. I can’t.” Crowley sounded utterly wrecked and the look on his face was pleading.
“Crowley….
“Let me do this for you.” He took a steadying breath. “Let me do it for us. For me.”
“For you.” Aziraphale reached out and tried to figure out exactly how to DO this before he lost his nerve. Crowley put out both hands to try and grasp at a body that wasn’t really there, with little effect. Aziraphale tried much the same and just put hands through Crowley.
“I don’t think this is working…”
“It’ll work! Just… arrrgh...”
Bar patrons really didn’t pay much mind to Crowley slumping over on the table like he’d passed out. He’d already been talking to himself. What followed though, that was enough to make people swear off drinking for a good long while.
The demon stepped almost, but not entirely, out of his body and grabbed Aziraphale by wings and they were suddenly very visible to everyone in a tangle of wings and scales and unbearable brightness and deep shadow engaged in some sort of wrestling match that seemed to make the whole air tremble while disturbing nothing physical until they suddenly aligned to fall back into Crowley’s body. For a brief moment he had two sets of wings, one light and one dark, before they managed to give the final little twist to fold them back into nothingness.
They pushed themself up from where they’d slumped onto the table.. Aziraphale ran hand over Crowley’s, no their, stomach. “Bit snugger than I’m used to.”
“We fit. Like a closet full of junk that you shouldn’t open or it’ll all fall out.”
“I never!”
“You got a system for your socks, I know. Probably how you managed to fit.”
And they did, with no room to spare. There was a tightness in their chest at that that there had been space before and now suddenly it was entirely filled up. Everything had just fit. Perfectly.
“Oh, Angel…”
“I feel it. All of it. But we really need to get to Tadfield or we aren’t going to enjoy this for very long. And I would like to enjoy it…” There was a certain bit of HEAT there.
“Oh, might need a drink for the road with THAT knowledge.”
“No, you’re driving.”
“Drinks later then.”
“Always”