Well, you're very receptive to a bit of spoiling here and there. Can hardly help myself, can I?
[ Wily serpent that he is - he can hardly stop himself from offering up the occasional temptation of good food, good drink and good conversation. Among other things.
Beyond that, Crowley always had an instinct to care for things. He'd been a caretaker to the stars once upon a time, and he had never been able to shake that urge, to see what he loves thrive. It probably wasn't the best inclination for a demon to have, but Crowley had it nonetheless, and he poured as much of it into Aziraphale as the angel would permit.
That soft, sweet sigh is the sound of a grooming well done, and Crowley looks upon his work - an angel laid out decadently, wings spread and freshly tended - and thinks it's better than good.
Pressing one more kiss to the pinion, Crowley lays down alongside Aziraphale, unfurling his own to wrap one around the angel's back, the black feathers tickling against his bare bottom and thighs. ]
Always loved your wings. Don't see many angels with the pure white, much as humans think that's standard. Always put me in mind of the first day in spring when winters finally cleared out for good and you got that first taste of nice weather. ...Well, once I knew what seasons were, anyway.
[ He rests his chin on part of the wedge pillow. ]
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Date: 2020-05-17 04:53 am (UTC)[ Wily serpent that he is - he can hardly stop himself from offering up the occasional temptation of good food, good drink and good conversation. Among other things.
Beyond that, Crowley always had an instinct to care for things. He'd been a caretaker to the stars once upon a time, and he had never been able to shake that urge, to see what he loves thrive. It probably wasn't the best inclination for a demon to have, but Crowley had it nonetheless, and he poured as much of it into Aziraphale as the angel would permit.
That soft, sweet sigh is the sound of a grooming well done, and Crowley looks upon his work - an angel laid out decadently, wings spread and
freshly tended - and thinks it's better than good.
Pressing one more kiss to the pinion, Crowley lays down alongside Aziraphale, unfurling his own to wrap one around the angel's back, the black feathers tickling against his bare bottom and thighs. ]
Always loved your wings. Don't see many angels with the pure white, much as humans think that's standard. Always put me in mind of the first day in spring when winters finally cleared out for good and you got that first taste of nice weather. ...Well, once I knew what seasons were, anyway.
[ He rests his chin on part of the wedge pillow. ]
So how is that? Any spots bothering you?