#✩ sauntering-serpent ( starter 002 )

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@sauntering-serpent​ ╰ ✧  plotted starter  / / WING ASSIST

       NOT SO MUCH lie had it been when aziraphale had answered crowley’s enquiry over the incident with his flaming sword, for the lord truly hadn’t mentioned it again but as for a few of the named archangels , that was another matter entirely. thus so used was he to coordinating with four wings , not two , even several tens of decades later it remained a measure of an adjustment & a loss keenly felt. 

       MEANING A TRUE ACCIDENT this was , a misjudgement on his part had snagged one of his feathers & wrenched it high along the rachis. now the feather was twisted & broken to the quill , but it was still attached. although its place hindered the blood none as it poured forth , a brightly hued ichor welled then dripped downwards along the torn feather & the others surrounding it , seeping through the dishevelled vanes to discolour the silver dipped white. 

       PLUMP FINGERS GINGERLY PRESSED a strip of cloth to the small injury , a grimace lay heavily over the angel’s features. the continual stinging twinge from the minor wound only responsible for the expression in part. the rest came from the needed act to pluck the damaged feather. it would be a momentary pang & nothing substantial on any scale , but smart it would & bleed more so than it had already done. however leaving it wasn’t an option should he wish to keep his wings looking as close to uniform as was required. 

       PREOCCUPIED SO WAS HE with slowing the bleeding , he wouldn’t be able to see nor grab anything if he didn’t first , aziraphale had lost the edge to his outward senses. caught nearly whole unawares. only hearing another approaching a handful of moments before he saw them. with a speed that belayed his appearance , aziraphale had dropped his ministrations & tucked the tender wing towards his body to allow himself to stand & whip round to confront who’d neared. 

       RELIEF WAS SWIFT TO supersede his disquiet & alarm , a sigh billowed past his lips & the tension that’s sprung his frame taut eased. his unharmed wing folding near his back from where it’s fanned out in defence , whilst the one bleeding anew now relaxed marginally from where it’s been protectively held back. although he supposed he should shy away from thinking a demon a welcome sight , the angel was far more happy to see this particular demon than anyone else in his stead. but he would have rathered tended his wing ere anyone saw it , given the state of it as well as how it came to be in such a mess. 

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                    ❝ Ah , Crowley !                          Seems erm , seems you’ve caught me in a , a bit of a predicament.                          Perhaps we could convene at a later time ? ❞