Crowley just breathes in and out for a minute. It's hard to believe this conversation is happening. It's hard to believe he's sitting here, leaning against Zira's leg--the oddness of the position isn't lost on him, but it pales in comparison to the wondrous strangeness of their touching at all. They've clasped hands over the years, brushed fingers when handed things over, exchanged kisses to the cheek and mouth back in the day when that counted as a greeting. But this is very different. They've fallen into this touch so organically, and it's lasting.
(Crowley leans in a bit closer, savouring it)
"A house," he says finally. "Doesn't have to be a big thing. Though it can be if you want, with a whole floor to fit all your books in. Out on the coast maybe, near the ocean. With enough space for a garden, not like what I've made up on the roof but a proper big one. With trees, maybe. I could grow herbs and fruits and veg, and sometimes maybe I'd find toothmarks on the leaves and come in to find you and tell you you're not allowed to eat them 'til after I've cooked them, and..."
He stops abruptly, swallowing the rest, but the shape of what he wants is clear. Not just a place to live together, but a life together. Getting in each other's way and bickering and sharing things and all of it. Like humans do, like no angel or demon has ever done or would even consider.
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Date: 2021-08-04 03:30 pm (UTC)(Crowley leans in a bit closer, savouring it)
"A house," he says finally. "Doesn't have to be a big thing. Though it can be if you want, with a whole floor to fit all your books in. Out on the coast maybe, near the ocean. With enough space for a garden, not like what I've made up on the roof but a proper big one. With trees, maybe. I could grow herbs and fruits and veg, and sometimes maybe I'd find toothmarks on the leaves and come in to find you and tell you you're not allowed to eat them 'til after I've cooked them, and..."
He stops abruptly, swallowing the rest, but the shape of what he wants is clear. Not just a place to live together, but a life together. Getting in each other's way and bickering and sharing things and all of it. Like humans do, like no angel or demon has ever done or would even consider.