Crowley shifts himself and leans forward, pressing his mouth to the angel's.
He would do anything for Aziraphale and he knows it. There's no fear there, not really. He'd fight for him, he'd die for him, and he'd do it all with a saunter to his hips and a smirk on his lips because Aziraphale deserved to have someone who would. He's been a mess of emotions for Aziraphale for centuries---longer even---and he's not even remotely sorry for it.
They'll get out of this somehow. He'll work out a plan, he always does. They'll figure this out together.
Heaven and Hell come and go from his life. Aziraphale is his one constant. He's not giving him up.
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He would do anything for Aziraphale and he knows it. There's no fear there, not really. He'd fight for him, he'd die for him, and he'd do it all with a saunter to his hips and a smirk on his lips because Aziraphale deserved to have someone who would. He's been a mess of emotions for Aziraphale for centuries---longer even---and he's not even remotely sorry for it.
They'll get out of this somehow. He'll work out a plan, he always does. They'll figure this out together.
Heaven and Hell come and go from his life. Aziraphale is his one constant. He's not giving him up.