Crowley leans back, sleepily watching Aziraphale. How he's imagined a moment like this, something where they're just together, undressed or domestically in each other's presence. No fear of this side or that side finding them. Where he can admire Aziraphale as he dresses.
Of course, the mark on his chest is a stark reminder that the lack of fear is only temporary. The moment they step out of this place, they could be a target again. This holiday is also an escape plan.
It won't be like this forever, he tells himself. They'll have days where he can watch Aziraphale dress and there won't be any fear. Not now, not ever. He'll figure out a way. That's what Crowley does, he solves problems. He can solve this one. He'll do it for Aziraphale, for them.
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Date: 2019-12-09 01:17 am (UTC)Of course, the mark on his chest is a stark reminder that the lack of fear is only temporary. The moment they step out of this place, they could be a target again. This holiday is also an escape plan.
It won't be like this forever, he tells himself. They'll have days where he can watch Aziraphale dress and there won't be any fear. Not now, not ever. He'll figure out a way. That's what Crowley does, he solves problems. He can solve this one. He'll do it for Aziraphale, for them.
He stretches. "Sleep well?" he asks.