It's strange how alone they are, despite being surrounded by so much noise and activity. On the other hand, it's always felt like that. One of the things that made him keep greeting the angel way back when, in the earliest days. Even then it felt like the two of them surrounded by everything, like they were in a bubble together, a shared and unique perspective.
It wasn't the only reason he'd kept putting himself in the angel's path, but it'd certainly been a justification for it.
"I thought you wouldn't either," Crowley admits after a minute. "But it wasn't about wanting you to--to pick me over all the hosts of Heaven, you know. I mean, obviously I wanted you to, but that wasn't why I kept pushing. I just wanted to keep you alive."
There's a second where his fingers spasm hard around Aziraphale's, so hard, as he remembers that horrible hour where he thought Aziraphale was gone. Fuck. Someday he'll be able to think of that without his heart stopping all over again, but not for a long while. He bends that much closer to Aziraphale, breathing in the smell of him, cologne and cotton and sake and angel. Just to make absolutely sure once again that this is real and the worst didn't happen, except for that hour.
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Date: 2019-09-09 02:30 pm (UTC)It wasn't the only reason he'd kept putting himself in the angel's path, but it'd certainly been a justification for it.
"I thought you wouldn't either," Crowley admits after a minute. "But it wasn't about wanting you to--to pick me over all the hosts of Heaven, you know. I mean, obviously I wanted you to, but that wasn't why I kept pushing. I just wanted to keep you alive."
There's a second where his fingers spasm hard around Aziraphale's, so hard, as he remembers that horrible hour where he thought Aziraphale was gone. Fuck. Someday he'll be able to think of that without his heart stopping all over again, but not for a long while. He bends that much closer to Aziraphale, breathing in the smell of him, cologne and cotton and sake and angel. Just to make absolutely sure once again that this is real and the worst didn't happen, except for that hour.