Not having this conversation. Crowley remembers the last time Aziraphale said that. Begging to run away, to be just the two of them away from the end of everything. It seemed so simple then. They didn't need things. They didn't need the world. They just needed each other, and he needed to convince Aziraphale of that. He needed to show him, then. And here, now, Aziraphale is here with him. It's them, against everything, and they have each other.
And it's what he wanted, isn't it?
His eyes drop down to the injury on the angel's chest. That should have been his injury, not Aziraphale's. Aziraphale should have been protected, Crowley should have done what he'd done so many times before and figured out a solution. Instead, he flailed and the angel was almost killed. Surely, Aziraphale must realize that means that Crowley was wrong. They can't be together, not when Heaven and Hell want them dead. They'd be better alone. Aziraphale would be better alone. He'd be safe alone, at least.
He swallows and looks back up at the angel. "I don't want to be without you," he says. And it's true, he doesn't. He doesn't want to see the world without Aziraphale. Doesn't want the millennia to pass without him there, being his stupid, impossibly perfect self, eating at restaurants and being excited about sushi and just----
But Crowley is dangerous, he must know that. Hastur will come back, he always comes back. This time he knows what the angel can do. He'll fight harder, he'll do more damage. He'll throw something nastier than what attacked them earlier today. Aziraphale is not safe with Crowley.
He curls his hand tighter around Aziraphale's.
"I don't want to be without you," he repeats, firmer this time. If that means the angel has to abandon him, then that is what has to happen.
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Date: 2019-08-23 05:32 pm (UTC)And it's what he wanted, isn't it?
His eyes drop down to the injury on the angel's chest. That should have been his injury, not Aziraphale's. Aziraphale should have been protected, Crowley should have done what he'd done so many times before and figured out a solution. Instead, he flailed and the angel was almost killed. Surely, Aziraphale must realize that means that Crowley was wrong. They can't be together, not when Heaven and Hell want them dead. They'd be better alone. Aziraphale would be better alone. He'd be safe alone, at least.
He swallows and looks back up at the angel. "I don't want to be without you," he says. And it's true, he doesn't. He doesn't want to see the world without Aziraphale. Doesn't want the millennia to pass without him there, being his stupid, impossibly perfect self, eating at restaurants and being excited about sushi and just----
But Crowley is dangerous, he must know that. Hastur will come back, he always comes back. This time he knows what the angel can do. He'll fight harder, he'll do more damage. He'll throw something nastier than what attacked them earlier today. Aziraphale is not safe with Crowley.
He curls his hand tighter around Aziraphale's.
"I don't want to be without you," he repeats, firmer this time. If that means the angel has to abandon him, then that is what has to happen.