( a soft, groggy hum. slowly, slowly, the angel can feel himself start to wake up. the dreamy haze has started to recede and fade away; almost like someone peeling back an all-encompassing film. it's a strange feeling, one that would normally bother aziraphale, but his thoughts don't linger on it.
he is still thinking of his dream. like a memory that never happened. )
I dreamt of Italy.
( he offers, speaking the words against crowley's hand. then he shifts the position of their joined hands, leaving crowley's pressed against his cheek. )
We drank wine under a bright moon. You told me about the stars again. . .
( his voice is still thick with sleep, but it is also heavily laced with warmth and affection.
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Date: 2023-08-16 06:19 am (UTC)( a soft, groggy hum. slowly, slowly, the angel can feel himself start to wake up. the dreamy haze has started to recede and fade away; almost like someone peeling back an all-encompassing film. it's a strange feeling, one that would normally bother aziraphale, but his thoughts don't linger on it.
he is still thinking of his dream. like a memory that never happened. )
I dreamt of Italy.
( he offers, speaking the words against crowley's hand. then he shifts the position of their joined hands, leaving crowley's pressed against his cheek. )
We drank wine under a bright moon. You told me about the stars again. . .
( his voice is still thick with sleep, but it is also heavily laced with warmth and affection.
what a nice thing to dream about. )