Crowley supposes, distantly, that it is. That technically he should take solace in the fact that if he can hear Aziraphale, if he can still get answers from him then he's clearly in a state where he's well enough to respond. So, probably conscious and awaiting rescue. Not necessarily fine but you know, in a state where he will be.
Crowley doesn't feel much reassured.
He feels angry, queasy, a prickling rush of irritable emotion over how out of control this has left him. The human has a thing to dig with, but Crowley is still scrabbling back the dirt with his bare hands. It's stuck under his nails, fingers clipping stones that tear and draw blood.
The stones are getting larger.
Crowley realises, with a rush, that he's now uncovering a space underneath the ground. A space which is dark, dimly lit, and which -- under the criss-cross of large rocks -- there might be the person he's looking for.
"Aziraphale," he says, and realises he hasn't the faintest idea which way up he might even be. "Come on, come on I'm here, help me out angel."
If he can move, or start to, he can probably begin pushing more out of the way.
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Crowley supposes, distantly, that it is. That technically he should take solace in the fact that if he can hear Aziraphale, if he can still get answers from him then he's clearly in a state where he's well enough to respond. So, probably conscious and awaiting rescue. Not necessarily fine but you know, in a state where he will be.
Crowley doesn't feel much reassured.
He feels angry, queasy, a prickling rush of irritable emotion over how out of control this has left him. The human has a thing to dig with, but Crowley is still scrabbling back the dirt with his bare hands. It's stuck under his nails, fingers clipping stones that tear and draw blood.
The stones are getting larger.
Crowley realises, with a rush, that he's now uncovering a space underneath the ground. A space which is dark, dimly lit, and which -- under the criss-cross of large rocks -- there might be the person he's looking for.
"Aziraphale," he says, and realises he hasn't the faintest idea which way up he might even be. "Come on, come on I'm here, help me out angel."
If he can move, or start to, he can probably begin pushing more out of the way.