[Where being close (physically or otherwise) was once a source of anxiety -- fear of getting caught, fear of Crowley being punished for it, fear of admitting to himself the depth of his feelings -- now it is only Crowley that can truly relax him. He nuzzles into Crowley's neck like an overgrown house cat, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along the edges of Crowley's feathers.]
Good. You beat me to the punch far too often. Not that I'm complaining, mind you...
[He sits up again and stretches his wings, smiling blissfully when they brush up against Crowley's. He's about to recommend that they move onto the bath when Crowley speaks again. It silences his thoughts and leaves him looking at the demon a touch wide-eyed. It's one thing to know that Crowley trusts him, another thing to hear it spoken aloud.]
For over six thousand years, my dear. Of course, it helps that Gabriel could never see past his own ego. [His smile turns somewhat bashful as he brushes back a slick lock of Crowley's hair.] I trust yours, too, you know. We'd never have gotten to have this, otherwise.
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Date: 2020-04-26 06:11 pm (UTC)Good. You beat me to the punch far too often. Not that I'm complaining, mind you...
[He sits up again and stretches his wings, smiling blissfully when they brush up against Crowley's. He's about to recommend that they move onto the bath when Crowley speaks again. It silences his thoughts and leaves him looking at the demon a touch wide-eyed. It's one thing to know that Crowley trusts him, another thing to hear it spoken aloud.]
For over six thousand years, my dear. Of course, it helps that Gabriel could never see past his own ego. [His smile turns somewhat bashful as he brushes back a slick lock of Crowley's hair.] I trust yours, too, you know. We'd never have gotten to have this, otherwise.