[ Crowley has to marvel at how well they fit together - it wouldn't be entirely absurd to think they may even have been made for each other, though he'd rather not think about it like that. But he can't deny how right it feels, snuggled up to Aziraphale, sticky and exhausted and finally having reached some kind of peace.
Each kiss, each word, leaves his throat tighter, and his mouth straining as he holds back tears, until he finally exhales, and pulls Aziraphale impossibly closer in a tight hug. ]
Angelll -
[ Crowley whines mightily up against Aziraphale's throat. It's barely even a token protest. ]
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Each kiss, each word, leaves his throat tighter, and his mouth straining as he holds back tears, until he finally exhales, and pulls Aziraphale impossibly closer in a tight hug. ]
Angelll -
[ Crowley whines mightily up against Aziraphale's throat. It's barely even a token protest. ]
-gonna discorporate me.