Just summoning candles out of thin air? You worried about a power outage angel?
[He's teasing. He already misses Aziraphale's hand in his. He's already scheming how to get it back. All perfectly respectable diabolical thoughts going through his head, really, as he kneels down to pick up the candles and set them on the coffee table. They'll find a home for them later, certainly, but he doesn't want to just leave a mess before Aziraphale shows him the place; that would be poor manners for one thing, and for another, this is where they're going to be living.
Together.
For the foreseeable future.
It hits Crowley in that moment that they would be, officially, sharing a dwelling, cohabitating, living together henceforth until they found a way out of here which could be... any when.
He swallows thickly as he sets a candle down on the table.
It isn't like he never stayed the night, or even a couple of days at the bookshop. And after Armagedidn't, Aziraphale had stayed at his flat where they put on each other's bodies and...
Look, it's different.
There's spending the night and then there's living together, and now the full weight of just what Aziraphale had offered is hitting him like a sack of bricks. He's glad he's on the floor right now, because he doesn't think his feet would keep him upright at the moment.
Hand holding. Cohabitation. They are going very, very fast right now.
And there's no Heaven or Hell to stop them doing just what they like.
A warm sense of satisfaction spreads out from the core of him to the very tips of his various extremities before he gets to his feet and beams at the angel.]
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[He's teasing. He already misses Aziraphale's hand in his. He's already scheming how to get it back. All perfectly respectable diabolical thoughts going through his head, really, as he kneels down to pick up the candles and set them on the coffee table. They'll find a home for them later, certainly, but he doesn't want to just leave a mess before Aziraphale shows him the place; that would be poor manners for one thing, and for another, this is where they're going to be living.
Together.
For the foreseeable future.
It hits Crowley in that moment that they would be, officially, sharing a dwelling, cohabitating, living together henceforth until they found a way out of here which could be... any when.
He swallows thickly as he sets a candle down on the table.
It isn't like he never stayed the night, or even a couple of days at the bookshop. And after Armagedidn't, Aziraphale had stayed at his flat where they put on each other's bodies and...
Look, it's different.
There's spending the night and then there's living together, and now the full weight of just what Aziraphale had offered is hitting him like a sack of bricks. He's glad he's on the floor right now, because he doesn't think his feet would keep him upright at the moment.
Hand holding. Cohabitation. They are going very, very fast right now.
And there's no Heaven or Hell to stop them doing just what they like.
A warm sense of satisfaction spreads out from the core of him to the very tips of his various extremities before he gets to his feet and beams at the angel.]
So, gonna give me the tour of our place...?