- but Crowley's already backbeating frantically, twisting around in order to yank the tangled line free. Hovering in place (or close enough), he can do - has done before, with a tip of the hat and a jaunty wink to such concepts as physics and necessary anatomy. But waiting around for Wellard whilst on increasingly intimate terms with an exceedingly heavy and awkward sail is... not something he's about to try.
And with a final grunt, a last determined tug, the end of the sail comes free again, dropping to hang from Crowley's shoulder once more, leaving him free to begin his descent. Only...
Only the abrupt fall's caused it to slip sideways a bit, half off his shoulder and half onto his wing.
The deck's getting closer, and that flapping sound just got a lot more erratic.
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Date: 2006-09-24 04:42 am (UTC)And with a final grunt, a last determined tug, the end of the sail comes free again, dropping to hang from Crowley's shoulder once more, leaving him free to begin his descent. Only...
Only the abrupt fall's caused it to slip sideways a bit, half off his shoulder and half onto his wing.
The deck's getting closer, and that flapping sound just got a lot more erratic.