Twisted Are Our Words

A drunken conversation, an untimely confession and a bastard intruder.Or whereGabriel asks quite pointedly, “What is that?” He is clearly referring to Crowley who is in his snake form, lying very still on Aziraphale’s sofa. His features morph to show a quiet disdain as it always does.Aziraphale’s eyes dart from Crowley to Gabriel. Crowley notes the panic in those eyes.“Er. It is a bolster which is a human thing. It is actually just a long cylindrical pillow… that is shaped as a serpent,” Aziraphale says, slightly patting the middle of Crowley’s form.Gabriel nods, looking almost fascinated. Aziraphale breathes a small sigh of relief but his breath catches in his throat again when Gabriel approaches them.“Why a serpent, Aziraphale?” he asks, obviously not quite finished with this topic yet.