Crowley leans in to press a kiss to the angel's mouth, gentle and loving.
Six thousand years. Six thousand years they've orbited each other. Followed each other, cared for each other. And it's come down to this. Love and passion and connection. This is the first night on this path, Crowley thinks. There will be others. More connections, more kisses, more stolen 'I love you's whispered as they hold each other.
It's all Crowley has ever dreamed of.
Now, more than ever, he has to work out a plan. Something to keep them safe, something to keep Aziraphale out of trouble and himself from Hastur's view. But that's something to think about later.
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Six thousand years. Six thousand years they've orbited each other. Followed each other, cared for each other. And it's come down to this. Love and passion and connection. This is the first night on this path, Crowley thinks. There will be others. More connections, more kisses, more stolen 'I love you's whispered as they hold each other.
It's all Crowley has ever dreamed of.
Now, more than ever, he has to work out a plan. Something to keep them safe, something to keep Aziraphale out of trouble and himself from Hastur's view. But that's something to think about later.