He sees it, in Crowley's eyes. He'd spent the whole evening wishing he could see them, that he could feel less exposed if just by the fair trade of it, and now he sees them, and he sees him.
Sees him covered in ashes. Sees him helpless, worried. Sees him like he saw him that day, before everything was over.
And the best parts of the night finally come to him in pieces. The drinks while in the plane. The conversations that lasted too long and went quiet too early. The lingering touches of hands, and the things left unsaid. The meal, the favor, the drinks. Another touch. A dance. A look. And the kiss.
He sees him, and he sees him here with him, exhausted and beaten.
And he wants to reach out and bring him into his arms. Take him away from all of this. If just for a minute. Just one. They deserve that. Don't they?
--no. No more questions. They do.
When the angel finally moves again, breaks the gaze, it's to close his eyes and take in a long, deep sigh. Which then makes him grimace, as the stinging flares up for a moment.
He grips Crowley's hand, still against his chest, still sat there, a mess. But, just a moment. He just needs a moment, they need a moment, they're here and they're having that damned moment.
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Date: 2019-08-22 10:40 pm (UTC)Sees him covered in ashes. Sees him helpless, worried. Sees him like he saw him that day, before everything was over.
And the best parts of the night finally come to him in pieces. The drinks while in the plane. The conversations that lasted too long and went quiet too early. The lingering touches of hands, and the things left unsaid. The meal, the favor, the drinks. Another touch. A dance. A look. And the kiss.
He sees him, and he sees him here with him, exhausted and beaten.
And he wants to reach out and bring him into his arms. Take him away from all of this. If just for a minute. Just one. They deserve that. Don't they?
--no. No more questions. They do.
When the angel finally moves again, breaks the gaze, it's to close his eyes and take in a long, deep sigh. Which then makes him grimace, as the stinging flares up for a moment.
He grips Crowley's hand, still against his chest, still sat there, a mess. But, just a moment. He just needs a moment, they need a moment, they're here and they're having that damned moment.
Please, just one.
"Thank Heavens." Pardon his french.