[Aziraphale tries to look put out by the teasing, but fails spectacularly when Crowley brushes at his hair and places a gentle kiss on his forehead. He sighs, eyes fluttering shut, the picture of absolute contentment.]
You won't hear a single complaint from me, darling.
[He knows they'll likely never see eye-to-eye on God and Her motives, and that's all right. God's plan is ineffable. Crowley is very much real and knowable, and he's very happy to have him cuddled up in his arms.
Only one thing could make this moment even better...]
Although, if you're taking suggestions, perhaps we can have the ravioli now?
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Date: 2020-07-14 12:02 am (UTC)You won't hear a single complaint from me, darling.
[He knows they'll likely never see eye-to-eye on God and Her motives, and that's all right. God's plan is ineffable. Crowley is very much real and knowable, and he's very happy to have him cuddled up in his arms.
Only one thing could make this moment even better...]
Although, if you're taking suggestions, perhaps we can have the ravioli now?