Aziraphale often glows. Usually it's figurative: the warmth of his smile, the aura of his love an almost tangible thing. Crowley can feel it even with her eyes closed, the same way you feel the heat from a fire, the same way you see a bright light even through closed eyelids. It radiates, undeniably. She could find Aziraphale with her eyes closed just by following it, rolls over in the night when nightmares or fears or doubts find her to wrap herself around it until they're banished.
Sometimes it's literal. They're both at it now, glowing, something of their celestial/occult natures on display along with their wings. Crowley's dark feathers glitter as though they've caught stardust in the feathers, and Aziraphale's gleam gently like moonlight. These aren't their original forms, but for Crowley at least it's the one that feels truest, the one that feels most like who she wants to be. Not the gender, that's like putting on a belt or a jacket for her, but the combination of eldrich characteristics and human ones. Part human. Part something else.
Wholly Aziraphale's. More profoundly so now, it somehow feels.
Crowley hasn't taken the offered ring from him yet. When Aziraphale steps forward she holds up her left hand, points to her ring finger. "This one," she says quietly. "I want to wear it on this one."
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I just love this image I came up with for making a ring? (didn't cut and paste, just reused idea) :)
Date: 2020-01-04 10:53 pm (UTC)Sometimes it's literal. They're both at it now, glowing, something of their celestial/occult natures on display along with their wings. Crowley's dark feathers glitter as though they've caught stardust in the feathers, and Aziraphale's gleam gently like moonlight. These aren't their original forms, but for Crowley at least it's the one that feels truest, the one that feels most like who she wants to be. Not the gender, that's like putting on a belt or a jacket for her, but the combination of eldrich characteristics and human ones. Part human. Part something else.
Wholly Aziraphale's. More profoundly so now, it somehow feels.
Crowley hasn't taken the offered ring from him yet. When Aziraphale steps forward she holds up her left hand, points to her ring finger. "This one," she says quietly. "I want to wear it on this one."