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[un_fallen]

Morning sunlight creeps gently through a crack between the curtains, illuminating a table, a comfortable-looking chair, a soft rug on the floor. And somehow, it manages to seek out the one position in the room where it can sweetly illuminate a single, peacefully slumbering face.



"Mngk."

He squints without actually opening his eyes, and flails slightly in discomfort. One hand makes contact with something very close by that's solid and faintly warm. Unthinking, Raguel rolls toward it and buries his head in the corner between Warm Thing and the mattress, escaping the nefarious sunbeam.

That's better.

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[un_fallen]

"Well, it did get you sitting upright, mostly," he says, looking sidelong at Crowley. He takes the cup as Crowley leans back and puts it on the table so that Aziraphael can help him down again.

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Aziraphael fusses with pillows and blankets and all that sort of thing, because having some measure of control is reassuring.

"All right?" very quietly.

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"Yes."

And it is unutterably good to have something warm inside him, and his mouth and lips no longer quite so dry.

"Yes."

It's making his eyelids heavy again.

[un_fallen]

Raguel sighs, relaxing just a little further. Briefly considers taking off again. But really, it is pretty comfortable here.

Maybe later, he thinks as he lies down again. I'll get up in just a few minutes.

And minutes tick by. But after just a few, the only sound in the room is that of soft, even breathing.