Demons don't love anything, and Crowley doesn't know why either. They can't even really love their jobs or what they do, they just do them. They don't have room in their hearts for anything else. And like so much with the rest of the demons, Crowley doesn't fit in there, either.
It would be so easy, right now, to just say it. To just tell Aziraphale that he loves him. To just...to just say it. And it should be said, because Aziraphale is the only angel in the universe who dances and Crowley is the only demon who loves and they should both be showing it right now.
Instead, he leans forward, gently pressing his forehead against the angel's.
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Date: 2019-08-09 02:40 pm (UTC)It would be so easy, right now, to just say it. To just tell Aziraphale that he loves him. To just...to just say it. And it should be said, because Aziraphale is the only angel in the universe who dances and Crowley is the only demon who loves and they should both be showing it right now.
Instead, he leans forward, gently pressing his forehead against the angel's.