Crowley faced Aziraphale, who was also admiring the spectacular view. “Wanna take a risk?” Crowley asked daringly.
“Isn’t this a risk enough?” Aziraphale chuckled, fearing what Crowley might have in mind.
Crowley smirked and without warning, let himself fall, allowing gravity to tug him relentlessly. Aziraphale sharply inhaled. “Crowley! Stop this instant!” He yelled but it was too late, the demon was free-falling, disappearing under the smoky wisps of a cloud. Aziraphale turned several directions before zipping after him. Though he immediately realized he wouldn’t match his rate if he used his wings, so he made the dangerous choice to tuck them in, cutting through the air.
He’d forgotten how dizzying this was. He thankfully spotted Crowley. “This is a very bad idea!” Aziraphale pressed, barely audible by the whipping oxygen drowning his voice. “Can’t hear ya, I’m a bad idea?!” Crowley shouted, casually dropping and facing the extremely paranoid angel. Aziraphale didn’t bother answering as the dread slammed into his chest, causing him to pick up speed by utilizing bursts of energy from his wings.Crowley was quite nonchalant for someone aimlessly descending at a speed humans wished they’d never encounter. “Fall for me, Angel! Fall!” He roared joyously.
