Crowley meets Aziraphale's gaze behind his sunglasses, questioning. How does this work? What do we do next? How do I get permission? After all, they have been by each other's side for so long it cannot possibly be this hard to gain permission to---to---to step beyond this?
It has, after all, always been Aziraphale. In Crowley's black heart, the only thing he's ever loved has been the angel. He's given everything up, and he would do it again, to be by his side. Granted, he never quite thought they'd end up somewhere like this, but that was never guaranteed. And now here they are, holding hands, and there needs to be some way to ask for the next step forward.
"Aren't any restaurants there," he says. "But there aren't any angels or demons, either. It would just be us."
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Date: 2019-08-08 02:31 pm (UTC)It has, after all, always been Aziraphale. In Crowley's black heart, the only thing he's ever loved has been the angel. He's given everything up, and he would do it again, to be by his side. Granted, he never quite thought they'd end up somewhere like this, but that was never guaranteed. And now here they are, holding hands, and there needs to be some way to ask for the next step forward.
"Aren't any restaurants there," he says. "But there aren't any angels or demons, either. It would just be us."
Who knows how far they'd be chased, though.