[Crowley isn't sure if it's because he's here or if it's just some ill effect of whatever this is, but as Aziraphale takes his wrist, the church starts to corrupt and decay behind them, as if taken over by something.
He can feel the weight on his chest more readily, now, as if something has him constricted. A snake? No, that's him. Ropes? Can't be that, too heavy.]
Vines, it's vines.
[That's what it is!
The world comes crashing down around him as he wakes up, to the ground covered in vines, to himself covered in vines, though they seem to let him go once he starts getting to his feet.
He's exhausted, bone deep, a rare feeling for him, but he pushes through it when he realizes that Aziraphale isn't right beside him.]
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He can feel the weight on his chest more readily, now, as if something has him constricted. A snake? No, that's him. Ropes? Can't be that, too heavy.]
Vines, it's vines.
[That's what it is!
The world comes crashing down around him as he wakes up, to the ground covered in vines, to himself covered in vines, though they seem to let him go once he starts getting to his feet.
He's exhausted, bone deep, a rare feeling for him, but he pushes through it when he realizes that Aziraphale isn't right beside him.]
Aziraphale! Where the fuck are you!?