Crowley all but swallows his tongue when the Devil's hand is suddenly on his chin, hard. Or not even that hard; a firm grip like you'd give an errant dog, no need for real force, just a reminder of who precisely is master here with the faith that nothing further is needed. It's depressingly accurate; he's gone entirely still, and doesn't resist in the slightest when Lucifer drags his chin down.
The Devil's fingers are unnaturally cold, and Crowley can feel the power that lives in them. The slow, deliberate stroke of his thumb over Crowley's cheek is worse; he suppresses the urge to shudder, but there's nothing to be done about the goosebumps he feels lifting on the back of his neck and under his sleeves.
He swallows and shakes his head minutely, grimacing awkwardly. 'Ah, no, Lord.' It's less than a breath, only even that because he doesn't quite dare not answer. Crowley hates this.
When Lucifer's attention turns to Aziraphale, so does Crowley's. He keeps the down-tilted angle of his chin to try and catch Aziraphale's eyes with his in a silent attempt to entreat him not to do anything stupid.
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Crowley all but swallows his tongue when the Devil's hand is suddenly on his chin, hard. Or not even that hard; a firm grip like you'd give an errant dog, no need for real force, just a reminder of who precisely is master here with the faith that nothing further is needed. It's depressingly accurate; he's gone entirely still, and doesn't resist in the slightest when Lucifer drags his chin down.
The Devil's fingers are unnaturally cold, and Crowley can feel the power that lives in them. The slow, deliberate stroke of his thumb over Crowley's cheek is worse; he suppresses the urge to shudder, but there's nothing to be done about the goosebumps he feels lifting on the back of his neck and under his sleeves.
He swallows and shakes his head minutely, grimacing awkwardly. 'Ah, no, Lord.' It's less than a breath, only even that because he doesn't quite dare not answer. Crowley hates this.
When Lucifer's attention turns to Aziraphale, so does Crowley's. He keeps the down-tilted angle of his chin to try and catch Aziraphale's eyes with his in a silent attempt to entreat him not to do anything stupid.