There's a pang of something in Aziraphale's chest - no, not the darkened mark and what ever lays underneath it - but the stress, the excitement, the overwhelming emotions from...facing this. Of speaking about it. Hearing about it, of finally stepping over that fence he often looked over but never dared cross.
Of the times he stepped away, because he was angry. Upset. Scared. Of the time he came so close to giving into it- but he couldn't move that fast. He couldn't keep up.
But they're meeting here, now. And it's new yet familiar. Welcoming, wanted, but still terrifying.
He couldn't leave if he tried.
"Crowley..." The softness to his voice, the glistening to his eyes. None would suspect the miserable evening they've had. He's ready to forget, again. Forget that part. Piece together the steps towards this, take away all the rest.
"...I would have never wanted you to change." An earnest reply, a too fond smile.
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Date: 2019-08-29 11:59 pm (UTC)Of the times he stepped away, because he was angry. Upset. Scared. Of the time he came so close to giving into it- but he couldn't move that fast. He couldn't keep up.
But they're meeting here, now. And it's new yet familiar. Welcoming, wanted, but still terrifying.
He couldn't leave if he tried.
"Crowley..." The softness to his voice, the glistening to his eyes. None would suspect the miserable evening they've had. He's ready to forget, again. Forget that part. Piece together the steps towards this, take away all the rest.
"...I would have never wanted you to change." An earnest reply, a too fond smile.
He could stay like this forever.
I love you. You know that now. I love you.
And you love me.