Crowley's golden eyes dart over Aziraphale's face, quiet and serious. He reaches up and brushes his fingers lightly down Aziraphale's cheek, echoing the angel's own gesture. "I'd Fall ten thousand times over if you were waiting at the end of it. More."
Slowly he bends his head down, presses their mouths together softly.
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Date: 2020-01-18 10:35 pm (UTC)Crowley's golden eyes dart over Aziraphale's face, quiet and serious. He reaches up and brushes his fingers lightly down Aziraphale's cheek, echoing the angel's own gesture. "I'd Fall ten thousand times over if you were waiting at the end of it. More."
Slowly he bends his head down, presses their mouths together softly.