"Mmm. Is that so?" He suspects that certain kinds of flattery work better than others, although getting Crowley riled up by calling him 'nice' isn't necessarily something that he doesn't want...
But that's a thought for another time. He sits, legs tucked under him, and watches Crowley unfurl his wings. The last thing he wants is to make his beloved feel self-conscious, but his reaction is not casual; there's a soft gasp, eyes widening, an open-mouthed expression of awe at their beauty, how they arc above Crowley, their healthy, sleek plumage as velvety black as the night sky.
"Oh, Crowley..." Of course he's seen them before, but in this intimate setting, they're even more beautiful than he remembered. Heaven went out of its way to portray demons as foul, filthy creatures, their black wings included, and perhaps that was the case with other demons, but not Crowley. Never Crowley.
Then those wings are wrapping around, leaving them in a warm bubble of near darkness. "Oh, Crowley," he repeats himself, giggling this time. He leans forward and kisses him in utter adoration. "May I?" he whispers, raising a hand to his wings, fingertips ghosting over the feathers.
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Date: 2020-02-14 06:26 pm (UTC)But that's a thought for another time. He sits, legs tucked under him, and watches Crowley unfurl his wings. The last thing he wants is to make his beloved feel self-conscious, but his reaction is not casual; there's a soft gasp, eyes widening, an open-mouthed expression of awe at their beauty, how they arc above Crowley, their healthy, sleek plumage as velvety black as the night sky.
"Oh, Crowley..." Of course he's seen them before, but in this intimate setting, they're even more beautiful than he remembered. Heaven went out of its way to portray demons as foul, filthy creatures, their black wings included, and perhaps that was the case with other demons, but not Crowley. Never Crowley.
Then those wings are wrapping around, leaving them in a warm bubble of near darkness. "Oh, Crowley," he repeats himself, giggling this time. He leans forward and kisses him in utter adoration. "May I?" he whispers, raising a hand to his wings, fingertips ghosting over the feathers.