The angel's head lands back on Crowley's shoulder and he rests it there, hands back to sprawl on Crowley's back, less of a desperate grip and more of a tired rest. Because Crowley isn't going to leave. Crowley isn't going to push him aside and run.
And the demon's embrace - it's so sturdy, it's so safe. It's so warm and gentle all the same. It's different from the dancing. It's everything Aziraphale's never had and never imagined he could. And still knows he shouldn't.
"You should." The voice comes quiet and frail, only comes through the loudness of the music by how close they together they are. No longer just enemies-turned-allies-turned-friends meeting in coffee shops and restaurants, museums and tops of buses. They're now like star-crossed lovers, holding each other in a dark corner of a seedy bar.
He thought it would be more exciting. Or more comforting.
"Shut up." There's no bite to the words, just a sort of weary resignation. "I don't give a blessing about the shoulds, angel. I never did and I especially don't now. None of them. Fuck all of it, I don't care."
Fantastic touch
Date: 2023-10-16 09:39 am (UTC)And the demon's embrace - it's so sturdy, it's so safe. It's so warm and gentle all the same. It's different from the dancing. It's everything Aziraphale's never had and never imagined he could. And still knows he shouldn't.
"You should." The voice comes quiet and frail, only comes through the loudness of the music by how close they together they are. No longer just enemies-turned-allies-turned-friends meeting in coffee shops and restaurants, museums and tops of buses. They're now like star-crossed lovers, holding each other in a dark corner of a seedy bar.
He thought it would be more exciting. Or more comforting.
their pain deserves the worst soundtrack, also hi
Date: 2023-11-14 10:28 pm (UTC)