It isn't much, he thinks. His heart is black and shriveled and he's been a demon for far longer than he was ever an angel. But whatever is left of his heart, it belongs to Aziraphale. He feels the angel's love and it warms him, warmer than anything he's felt before.
He could never leave. He could never leave him, not knowing this. Not knowing that Aziraphale loves him, that they love each other. They only have each other, and somehow that feels like enough. For the moment, he forgets the danger, he forgets what he feels like he is putting onto the angel by being around him and just experiences this.
And that smile. The fondness behind it, the earnestness. He leans up and kisses that smile.
The rest of Heaven and Hell can stuff it for all Crowley cares. Aziraphale loves him. It's all he needs in the whole universe.
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Date: 2019-08-30 01:35 am (UTC)It isn't much, he thinks. His heart is black and shriveled and he's been a demon for far longer than he was ever an angel. But whatever is left of his heart, it belongs to Aziraphale. He feels the angel's love and it warms him, warmer than anything he's felt before.
He could never leave. He could never leave him, not knowing this. Not knowing that Aziraphale loves him, that they love each other. They only have each other, and somehow that feels like enough. For the moment, he forgets the danger, he forgets what he feels like he is putting onto the angel by being around him and just experiences this.
And that smile. The fondness behind it, the earnestness. He leans up and kisses that smile.
The rest of Heaven and Hell can stuff it for all Crowley cares. Aziraphale loves him. It's all he needs in the whole universe.