Angels are beings of love. They can sense it, among other types of auras, ever lasting as it might be. And it's not that Aziraphale couldn't read the signals Crowley was sending him. It's not that he doesn't know the words and thoughts unsaid, however vague his assumptions might be. It's all the things in the middle and around it, making it too risky, impossible, too dangerous. Too terrifying and strange.
But here they are. Here they are, and living years at a time, in a moment, all their looks and the more powerful times when things went unclear, unsaid. And he's holding onto the now, the Present.
Another moment, he doesn't know how long it lasts. Can't tell how people and sounds and things change around them. When he does pull back, barely so, he looks up at him again, and all he wants is a moment of peace, alone, with him. All he could give everything for.
"...Crowley-" He starts, muttered, but doesn't quite find the words even then.
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Date: 2019-08-10 09:28 pm (UTC)But here they are. Here they are, and living years at a time, in a moment, all their looks and the more powerful times when things went unclear, unsaid. And he's holding onto the now, the Present.
Another moment, he doesn't know how long it lasts. Can't tell how people and sounds and things change around them. When he does pull back, barely so, he looks up at him again, and all he wants is a moment of peace, alone, with him. All he could give everything for.
"...Crowley-" He starts, muttered, but doesn't quite find the words even then.