Crowley feels Aziraphale reaching, and he lets out a short gasp against his mouth. He didn't know what this would feel like, but he didn't imagine this. He can feel Aziraphale in his mind, brushing into his soul, feel him open up, let him in. He can feel Aziraphale's goodness, feel him there inside of his heart.
He shares with Aziraphale his love. It isn't something he can just say, but he opens up his heart to share with him. See what I can't say, he thinks to him. He shares how it feels, how he feels closer and more supported by Aziraphale more than he's felt by anyone, including the Almighty herself. In many ways, Crowley reveres Aziraphale.
Years of watching Aziraphale, being by his side, and always feeling close to him. No one has ever understood Crowley the way that Aziraphale does. He shares this.
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Date: 2019-08-24 11:53 pm (UTC)He shares with Aziraphale his love. It isn't something he can just say, but he opens up his heart to share with him. See what I can't say, he thinks to him. He shares how it feels, how he feels closer and more supported by Aziraphale more than he's felt by anyone, including the Almighty herself. In many ways, Crowley reveres Aziraphale.
Years of watching Aziraphale, being by his side, and always feeling close to him. No one has ever understood Crowley the way that Aziraphale does. He shares this.