No, it isn't the right place, but Crowley steadies himself. Because Aziraphale is letting him, he's allowing him to talk about it, and he does, he wants to. He's always wanted to tell the angel, but there's----well, there's always been this and that going on, and he hasn't been able to. Or maybe that's just an excuse. Maybe it's just the lines between them that's been the excuse. Maybe it's all excuses.
But now there aren't any lines. Now they're here, together, and maybe it's time.
"Aziraphale, I---"
The plane suddenly rocks with turbulence. There's a rumble of thunder outside, which could explain the turbulence, if it weren't a completely clear night outside. Crowley turns his head and inhales.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
everybody roll initiative
Date: 2019-07-26 12:19 am (UTC)But now there aren't any lines. Now they're here, together, and maybe it's time.
"Aziraphale, I---"
The plane suddenly rocks with turbulence. There's a rumble of thunder outside, which could explain the turbulence, if it weren't a completely clear night outside. Crowley turns his head and inhales.
"Can you smell that?" Something's wrong.