The spot Crowley leads him to is pleasant, sunny, quiet. The slightest touch of holiness hangs in the air, like a faint perfume somewhere far away, too long faded to be aggressive. When Crowley sits and pulls him into an embrace, Aziraphale goes willingly, his back against the angel’s chest, his forehead leaning lightly against Crowley’s temple.
If he had the power, he would fold this place and this moment away, tucking it into his sleeve alongside the stolen lock of Crowley’s hair. A little fragment of peace, to take out and look at when he’s alone.
Then Crowley begins to speak.
Aziraphale stays relaxed in his embrace, quiet, listening. His heart contracts a little, hearing the date—even though time shouldn’t mean much to an immortal being, forty years is a long, long time. Though at the angel’s last statement, his mouth twitches slightly. If anyone in Heaven had half the sense Crowley does, they’d realize the thing about ducks is that they wander off if you try to keep them in a row too long...
They’re close enough that he can turn and kiss Crowley’s cheek, a wordless prompt to keep going. He’s not quite ready to break his silence yet.
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At night when it’s overcast, probably changing drivers at the border.
Date: 2020-05-31 09:01 pm (UTC)If he had the power, he would fold this place and this moment away, tucking it into his sleeve alongside the stolen lock of Crowley’s hair. A little fragment of peace, to take out and look at when he’s alone.
Then Crowley begins to speak.
Aziraphale stays relaxed in his embrace, quiet, listening. His heart contracts a little, hearing the date—even though time shouldn’t mean much to an immortal being, forty years is a long, long time. Though at the angel’s last statement, his mouth twitches slightly. If anyone in Heaven had half the sense Crowley does, they’d realize the thing about ducks is that they wander off if you try to keep them in a row too long...
They’re close enough that he can turn and kiss Crowley’s cheek, a wordless prompt to keep going. He’s not quite ready to break his silence yet.