Crowley shakes his head, as if to say Nothing, looks down at the dirt again - but then flashes Raguel a grin across the firelight, one that is not Nothing at all.
Standing, his wings are two darker spans against the night, massive and black and picked out only where the moonlight gleams against the topmost feathers, and the firelight glows against the lowest.
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Date: 2008-03-02 04:07 am (UTC)Standing, his wings are two darker spans against the night, massive and black and picked out only where the moonlight gleams against the topmost feathers, and the firelight glows against the lowest.