Well beyond deserving. Well beyond wondering. Well beyond the erroneous notions of good and evil and unforgivable and deserving, and into whatever they make happen. Heaven and Hell have no hold on them anymore. And now, it looks like, no even Death. The concept, not the creature, with whom he never did quite have an issue with. But he supposes he must have been involved, somehow. Or his superiors.
(Almost all eyes lay closed and dormant, while a couple glow bright and ethereal and watch the shining scales reflect the bright light. They cannot begin to tell where the light, or the scales, or the wings of one end and the other begin. Feathers fluff up, comfortable and relaxed.]
Aziraphale breathes calmly against those lips, feels the gentle caress of those fingers in his hair. "Like this?"
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Date: 2020-05-30 11:01 pm (UTC)(Almost all eyes lay closed and dormant, while a couple glow bright and ethereal and watch the shining scales reflect the bright light. They cannot begin to tell where the light, or the scales, or the wings of one end and the other begin. Feathers fluff up, comfortable and relaxed.]
Aziraphale breathes calmly against those lips, feels the gentle caress of those fingers in his hair. "Like this?"