wingfic drabble: do i write this as a full length one shot or nah?
“Your wings are beautiful.”
This caught the angels attention, drawing his gaze away from his pages to yellow eyes, “Your wings are beautiful too, dear.”
One side of Crowley’s lips twitched into a sad half-smile, “They're not.”
He saw the angel move to object, so he placed a hand on his shoulder, urging him to turn back around.
“They were beautiful once,” he began, his hand sliding back down to the softness of Aziraphale’s wings, “before… you know…”
Aziraphale nodded, his eyes back on the pages of his book but his attention on the demon's voice.
Crowley’s fingers fell back into the rhythm of smoothing down white, gold and silver feathers as he spoke.
“She told me She took the stars and ground them into dust when She made my wings,” he recalled fondly
