Aziraphale realized as it was happening that he had never experienced a full-force human fear reaction before.
Even when he'd been woken from the cryogenics chamber it had been nothing like this. He'd felt fear but it had been numbed, distant, and he hadn't associated it with reality. He'd been able to walk from the building unscathed and feel the fear ebb away.
The strangest thing was that he had no control over it whatsoever. He could feel his pupils dilating, his heart speeding up, his fingers tightening into fists - his bowels clenching, which he distantly found disgusting. There was a ringing in his ears that competed with the dull thud of his heart echoing through his bones and he was convinced, utterly convinced, that he was about to die once and for all.
Rising abruptly, he pressed his back to the wall, well aware of how woefully unprepared and ridiculous he must look - but what choice did he have? In all the different scenarios he'd thought up (while miracling dishes dry, learning to prune roses, walking on the beach), he'd never imagined it would be Gabriel who'd come for him. Different, but more dangerous for it, and still insufferably smug, as ever.
Gabriel. He wished he had a tire iron, but picked up a decorative urn instead. "Go on, then," he said wildly. "Good job, you've tricked me, now try it!"
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Even when he'd been woken from the cryogenics chamber it had been nothing like this. He'd felt fear but it had been numbed, distant, and he hadn't associated it with reality. He'd been able to walk from the building unscathed and feel the fear ebb away.
The strangest thing was that he had no control over it whatsoever. He could feel his pupils dilating, his heart speeding up, his fingers tightening into fists - his bowels clenching, which he distantly found disgusting. There was a ringing in his ears that competed with the dull thud of his heart echoing through his bones and he was convinced, utterly convinced, that he was about to die once and for all.
Rising abruptly, he pressed his back to the wall, well aware of how woefully unprepared and ridiculous he must look - but what choice did he have? In all the different scenarios he'd thought up (while miracling dishes dry, learning to prune roses, walking on the beach), he'd never imagined it would be Gabriel who'd come for him. Different, but more dangerous for it, and still insufferably smug, as ever.
Gabriel. He wished he had a tire iron, but picked up a decorative urn instead. "Go on, then," he said wildly. "Good job, you've tricked me, now try it!"