Crowley's eyes go wide at the suggestion this might be some kind of joke or prank. He has a sense of humour, one that's often mischievous, but-- "I would never."
He slides to the floor, ends up on his knees at Zira's side. Takes his hands. "I wouldn't ever play with your emotions like that. Especially not when you're the only person I've ever been able to be honest with."
Mostly honest. Honest except for this one thing they've never talked about, this one little actually rather large and now suddenly manifest thing.
Crowley waits and listens, watches the twitches and the colours of the demon's face, the slight movements of the wrinkles at the edges of his lines and mouth, the smallest tells. But this is s new face and new expression, it's all new territory, and Crowley's heart is in his throat. Too fast, he's been too fast again, too soon, too much...
I would.
His breath catches. He didn't really expect any sort of clear-cut answer, not so quickly. "You would?" he asks, and this time the hope seems painfully obvious in the way he says it, the simple vulnerability of asking for confirmation leaving him more bare than all those words of a few minutes ago.
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Date: 2021-05-31 11:54 pm (UTC)He slides to the floor, ends up on his knees at Zira's side. Takes his hands. "I wouldn't ever play with your emotions like that. Especially not when you're the only person I've ever been able to be honest with."
Mostly honest. Honest except for this one thing they've never talked about, this one little actually rather large and now suddenly manifest thing.
Crowley waits and listens, watches the twitches and the colours of the demon's face, the slight movements of the wrinkles at the edges of his lines and mouth, the smallest tells. But this is s new face and new expression, it's all new territory, and Crowley's heart is in his throat. Too fast, he's been too fast again, too soon, too much...
I would.
His breath catches. He didn't really expect any sort of clear-cut answer, not so quickly. "You would?" he asks, and this time the hope seems painfully obvious in the way he says it, the simple vulnerability of asking for confirmation leaving him more bare than all those words of a few minutes ago.