"Oh, I'll have to wait for inspiration to strike, obviously," Crowley drawls before taking a long swallow of wine. He tilts his head back just so, to show off the long line of his neck a little. "Can't warn you in advance, after all. You might change your mind."
Something flickers in his eyes just a little at that, some shadow of doubt. Because for all that he's joking, there's a little truth in it. Aziraphale could change his mind. Satan knows this is more than they've ever dared before, and even if the reasons why Aziraphale's always balked at doing things openly in the past are astonishingly no long relevant, even if they've hinted at certain things never before confessed...
He puts the glass back down on the table a little too hard and tries to find something to say to cover up the moment. "Take back all my promises about speed limits, at the very least," he says. "Play bebop the whole way. Go cross-country and terrorize the sheep."
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Date: 2020-04-28 03:25 pm (UTC)Something flickers in his eyes just a little at that, some shadow of doubt. Because for all that he's joking, there's a little truth in it. Aziraphale could change his mind. Satan knows this is more than they've ever dared before, and even if the reasons why Aziraphale's always balked at doing things openly in the past are astonishingly no long relevant, even if they've hinted at certain things never before confessed...
He puts the glass back down on the table a little too hard and tries to find something to say to cover up the moment. "Take back all my promises about speed limits, at the very least," he says. "Play bebop the whole way. Go cross-country and terrorize the sheep."