"Good." Crowley's arms are draped over Aziraphale's shoulders, wrapped around his head, and he buries his fingers in his angel's hair. "They don't deserve it. None of them."
Once, he would've added or at least thought, and neither do I, not out of any lack of self-worth but because it was simple fact. Even a few days ago he might have thought it, if only in the deepest darkest part of his heart.
Not anymore. They're past the point where that's at all relevant. This is where he belongs, where they both belong, entwined and inseparable. What either of them deserves doesn't enter into it. Not anymore. Never again.
(Scales caress wings, and a long sinuous body winds itself around an angelic form, the heart hidden by layers of feathers)
Crowley lifts his head for another kiss, strokes Aziraphale's face with his thumb. "I like you, like this," he murmurs into the mouth that opens against his. "I love you, like this."
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Once, he would've added or at least thought, and neither do I, not out of any lack of self-worth but because it was simple fact. Even a few days ago he might have thought it, if only in the deepest darkest part of his heart.
Not anymore. They're past the point where that's at all relevant. This is where he belongs, where they both belong, entwined and inseparable. What either of them deserves doesn't enter into it. Not anymore. Never again.
(Scales caress wings, and a long sinuous body winds itself around an angelic form, the heart hidden by layers of feathers)
Crowley lifts his head for another kiss, strokes Aziraphale's face with his thumb. "I like you, like this," he murmurs into the mouth that opens against his. "I love you, like this."