There will be a time for it to be about hunger. Maybe when they finally feel the dust has settled, and they believe they might have finally defeated what haunts them. Maybe then, when it creeps in at the corners in an otherwise far too normal day, then it will be time for that. But not now. This time it's about feeling. This time it's about seeing and being seen. About telling each other and all of creation that they won't be torn apart, that they won't be taken into the shadows. That they won't let go of each other. That they promise each other they'll be there.
Aziraphale shudders and twitches, grips Crowley's hand in his own. That spot on his thigh sore and sensitive. His eyes stay on the demon's, even as his breath grows a little heavier. He's watching, he's promising, he's asking for so much, without uttering a single word. Crowley could always tell - but can he feel it, now, in the way they're connected? How he's reaching for him, how he's thankful for him, how he's so goddamn terrified he might not be strong a second time?
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Date: 2020-04-02 12:50 am (UTC)Aziraphale shudders and twitches, grips Crowley's hand in his own. That spot on his thigh sore and sensitive. His eyes stay on the demon's, even as his breath grows a little heavier. He's watching, he's promising, he's asking for so much, without uttering a single word. Crowley could always tell - but can he feel it, now, in the way they're connected? How he's reaching for him, how he's thankful for him, how he's so goddamn terrified he might not be strong a second time?