It's like a blanket, covering Crowley completely. Insulating him with a warmth that he's never felt before. Not from anyone, not from Heaven when he was an angel, certainly not from Hell. It's completely new, and it belongs to Aziraphale.
To be loved like this----well, he must have done something right in his miserable life. How could he possibly show Aziraphale that he appreciates that? He isn't a being of love, but all that he has, he sends back to him, to share with him. Demons aren't supposed to love anything, so he doesn't even know if his love is any good, really, but it's all he has.
His other hand is still above the wound on Aziraphale's chest.
You should rest, he thinks to him. His concern floods over him, his need to care for the angel. How long he's wanted to watch over him, be there for him----sort of like a twisted little guardian demon, keeping him from getting into too much trouble.
And this is the worst trouble they've both ever been in.
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Date: 2019-08-30 04:33 pm (UTC)To be loved like this----well, he must have done something right in his miserable life. How could he possibly show Aziraphale that he appreciates that? He isn't a being of love, but all that he has, he sends back to him, to share with him. Demons aren't supposed to love anything, so he doesn't even know if his love is any good, really, but it's all he has.
His other hand is still above the wound on Aziraphale's chest.
You should rest, he thinks to him. His concern floods over him, his need to care for the angel. How long he's wanted to watch over him, be there for him----sort of like a twisted little guardian demon, keeping him from getting into too much trouble.
And this is the worst trouble they've both ever been in.