Have they ever found this kind of comfort before they had each other? Different paths in life as they might have had, interconnecting at a large portion of its points, but there never really was anything that matched this kind of feeling, not even among them before they were free to be with each other in such a manner. At least not for the angel. People will say that angels are beings of Love, but the actual experience of one is much different, much less if it's Aziraphale.
He closes his eyes as their lips touch, letting his hand stroke down from Crowley's jaw to his neck, where it rests. There's so much he could probably say if he really tried, a lot he could never truly express, but the way they're connected makes it all the more obvious and less necessary to put into words. He's scared. He's thankful. He's angry as much as he is sad, and the conflicting emotions about so many different things make it all so difficult. But he has Crowley, and he has him here. He rather much focus on him, and on the bed and the home and the life that they share.
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Date: 2020-01-19 03:31 am (UTC)He closes his eyes as their lips touch, letting his hand stroke down from Crowley's jaw to his neck, where it rests. There's so much he could probably say if he really tried, a lot he could never truly express, but the way they're connected makes it all the more obvious and less necessary to put into words. He's scared. He's thankful. He's angry as much as he is sad, and the conflicting emotions about so many different things make it all so difficult. But he has Crowley, and he has him here. He rather much focus on him, and on the bed and the home and the life that they share.