He does. He loves Aziraphale more than anything in the whole universe. And Aziraphale loves him back. This feels like an impossible universe, somewhere completely unlike the world they live in, where they have to hide. No, here they can kiss and touch and tell each other that they love each other.
Even saying the words hurt, demons aren't meant to speak about love, but Crowley feels instantly lighter, admitting something he's longed to say aloud for so long. He would say them again and again, though. Now, they can.
Aziraphale is so perfectly angelic. His blue eyes, his hair as white as a cloud. So different than Crowley's sharp, dark features. Crowley wouldn't have him any other way.
He leans down, kissing the angel again. He passes his love to Aziraphale again as they kiss, pouring it into him as he pulls him close.
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Date: 2019-09-14 10:44 pm (UTC)Even saying the words hurt, demons aren't meant to speak about love, but Crowley feels instantly lighter, admitting something he's longed to say aloud for so long. He would say them again and again, though. Now, they can.
Aziraphale is so perfectly angelic. His blue eyes, his hair as white as a cloud. So different than Crowley's sharp, dark features. Crowley wouldn't have him any other way.
He leans down, kissing the angel again. He passes his love to Aziraphale again as they kiss, pouring it into him as he pulls him close.