As sudden as Crowley's voice is in the factual silence that has been surrounding them for this while, Aziraphale welcomes it, a little bit grounding, enough to keep him there, to focus somewhat. Which is an entirely difficult maneuver.
"Yes..." a whisper, a mutter under his breath as Crowley leans again. The angel shudders faintly, closing his eyes again, gently gripping his shoulders just a little bit tighter.
Aziraphale moves too slow. The world goes by too fast. Which should be nothing to someone immortal. But it's not time, it's not the minutes ticking away, it's the connections one makes. One day you can find yourself still in place as someone else you love moves right on along and you can't keep up. Tonight is a good example of this; so much has happened. A blink of an eye and they're miles away from where they were. They've taken a leap, but together, this time, and he wants to see where they land.
A hand slides over to the back of Crowley's neck again, soft fingers caressing the skin. Resting is still in the plan, but he's fine exploring other suggestions at this moment.
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"Yes..." a whisper, a mutter under his breath as Crowley leans again. The angel shudders faintly, closing his eyes again, gently gripping his shoulders just a little bit tighter.
Aziraphale moves too slow. The world goes by too fast. Which should be nothing to someone immortal. But it's not time, it's not the minutes ticking away, it's the connections one makes. One day you can find yourself still in place as someone else you love moves right on along and you can't keep up. Tonight is a good example of this; so much has happened. A blink of an eye and they're miles away from where they were. They've taken a leap, but together, this time, and he wants to see where they land.
A hand slides over to the back of Crowley's neck again, soft fingers caressing the skin. Resting is still in the plan, but he's fine exploring other suggestions at this moment.