[Aziraphale looks about as sick as Crowley feels. He has to bite down on the urge to reach out to him, clenching his hands into fists as his brow furrows, the words sinking in.]
My...
[He trails off, realising there's a mirror beside a chest of drawers in the room, and promptly rushing over to it.
His eyes are hazel, the pupils round. He hesitantly touches his fingertips to the thin skin beneath his eyes, tipping his head from side to side, trying to recognise the face in the mirror.]
Aziraphale.
[The panic is back tenfold; he can't think of who has the power to do this, aside from God, and that thought is terrifying.]
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My...
[He trails off, realising there's a mirror beside a chest of drawers in the room, and promptly rushing over to it.
His eyes are hazel, the pupils round. He hesitantly touches his fingertips to the thin skin beneath his eyes, tipping his head from side to side, trying to recognise the face in the mirror.]
Aziraphale.
[The panic is back tenfold; he can't think of who has the power to do this, aside from God, and that thought is terrifying.]