Aziraphale's thoughts are still swirling around the words Crowley spoke to him, words not couched behind a pretty melody or a clever turn of phrase. He almost misses it when Crowley takes the stage, all quiet and subdued, looking down at his own shoes instead of anywhere else..
As he begins to sing, Aziraphale understands why. He doesn't recognize the song, but he knows that it isn't some throwaway bebop tune that anyone can sing and have it mean nothing. Crowley chose it to tell Aziraphale something. To leave himself open and vulnerable, to let Aziraphale look into the deepest part of him.
It's a prayer. It's a prayer that Aziraphale desperately wants to answer.
The song is over before he realizes it, Crowley slinking back to their table, not looking at him. Which is just as well, there are tears standing in the angel's eyes, and if the demon so much as lifted his head, he'd never have the courage to do the following:
He gets up, rounds the table, and slides into Crowley's side of the booth. He wraps his arms around Crowley and presses his face against the demon's temple. He takes a soft, selfish inhale of his best friend's scent, before pressing a kiss there, featherlight.
"You have me," he whispers into Crowley's ear. "You have me. Always."
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Perfect song choice!!!
Date: 2019-09-06 10:54 pm (UTC)As he begins to sing, Aziraphale understands why. He doesn't recognize the song, but he knows that it isn't some throwaway bebop tune that anyone can sing and have it mean nothing. Crowley chose it to tell Aziraphale something. To leave himself open and vulnerable, to let Aziraphale look into the deepest part of him.
It's a prayer. It's a prayer that Aziraphale desperately wants to answer.
The song is over before he realizes it, Crowley slinking back to their table, not looking at him. Which is just as well, there are tears standing in the angel's eyes, and if the demon so much as lifted his head, he'd never have the courage to do the following:
He gets up, rounds the table, and slides into Crowley's side of the booth. He wraps his arms around Crowley and presses his face against the demon's temple. He takes a soft, selfish inhale of his best friend's scent, before pressing a kiss there, featherlight.
"You have me," he whispers into Crowley's ear. "You have me. Always."