[The angel's voice is soft and steady while he reads, but only because he has nearly memorized the words in the relatively short time that he has owned this book of poetry. It hit him much the same way it hits Crowley, the description of a love that blossoms below the surface.]
Well, yes, that's why I'm so fond of his work.
[He hears the emotion in Crowley's voice, and quickly turns his head to return those kisses, one hand leaving the book to cup the demon's cheek reassuringly while he does so.]
This one in particular was a great comfort to me once I realized that I was in love with you. It made it easier somehow, knowing that my love did not have to be a great big showy thing for it to be real or have meaning.
[It was agony, at times, to keep that love all bottled up within himself, but he couldn't risk Crowley's most assured destruction.]
There are others, more sensual than this one. [He steals another small kiss, thumb brushing over Crowley's cheekbone.] Would you like me to read them?
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Date: 2020-06-03 06:52 pm (UTC)Well, yes, that's why I'm so fond of his work.
[He hears the emotion in Crowley's voice, and quickly turns his head to return those kisses, one hand leaving the book to cup the demon's cheek reassuringly while he does so.]
This one in particular was a great comfort to me once I realized that I was in love with you. It made it easier somehow, knowing that my love did not have to be a great big showy thing for it to be real or have meaning.
[It was agony, at times, to keep that love all bottled up within himself, but he couldn't risk Crowley's most assured destruction.]
There are others, more sensual than this one. [He steals another small kiss, thumb brushing over Crowley's cheekbone.] Would you like me to read them?