Some very soft Ineffable crows for @ineffable-kelpie 's Prometheus AU.
When he turned, where Aziraphale had been sitting, there stood a pure white leucistic crow. He shuffled his wings clumsily and turned to look at his own tail. “Oh dear,” he said, in Aziraphale’s voice, “I think I’ve got the color wrong.”
“No,” Crowley said hurriedly. He took a few hops in a half-circle, to look at this new form of Aziraphale from all angles. He was a bit bigger than Crowley, and fluffier. Crowley couldn’t tell if he just couldn’t get his feathers to settle right, or if that was just how they were. They reminded Crowley of his curly white hair in human form. “No, this is—Wow. You look great.” [...]
He stepped up to Aziraphale again and brushed the top of his head against Aziraphale’s face, like he had done so many evenings when Aziraphale was chained to that rock, and they both pretended he was too drunk to remember. It was clumsier now that they were both covered in feathers, but Aziraphale nuzzled into him in return. “Is this another crow thing?”
“No,” Crowley admitted. “S’just an us thing.”
“I like it even more, then.”
