dontfeartreaper

I he would have needed to breath, Crowley probably would have gasped at the contact of the sponge. Corinthian was being careful but he needed to fight the impulse of moving his wings away at the memory of other hands touching him. It had to be done, he told himself; he had challenged Hastur and tried to fight back. he really really should know better.The demon frown, frustrated. He wasn’t used to caring about his human body and his petty injuries.

"How bad they look?" Come Crowley's voice while he was still looking at the wall nonchalantly.