It's not as though Crowley has never seen the angel smile like that, but it's so rare. His smiles are usually nervous, flickering things, as though he's feels guilty and has to ask permission for any joy in his life. Short, brief, and usually guttered out before Crowley can get a proper look.
What a wonder it is that, removed from the influence of Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale has been smiling so much more freely; with the sort of reckless abandon that had made Crowley fall ass over teakettle with him on top of the wall.
Now it's happening all over again, has been happening again and again for thousands of years. And it's not like the Fall, none of the fear or anguish, but more like what he can recall of hurtling in a freefall through space, zipping through the cosmos where there is no up or down, just him pointing himself somewhere he wants to go and letting the currents of gravity carry him.
It's terrifying, perhaps, in the way rollercoasters are terrifying because yes, he's afraid, but also elated, thrilled, relieved and so, so many other things.
It's strange how all those great big hurdles in their lives seem to be little more than speed bumps now. How the great impenetrable walls between them have been revealed to be nothing more than moldering bricks and crumbling mortar. Here they are, no longer just peeking through the cracks to glimpse the great and marvelous wonders on the other side, but now they're putting great big holes in it and ah, there you are. How good to finally see you.
Crowley takes Aziraphale's hand from his mouth and lays it over his beating heart. He doesn't need one, neither of them do, but he has one all the same. He suspects Aziraphale does too.]
S'always been a 'yes', I think.
[They just needed to be somewhere where that 'yes' wouldn't get them destroyed.]
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Date: 2023-08-20 02:00 pm (UTC)It's not as though Crowley has never seen the angel smile like that, but it's so rare. His smiles are usually nervous, flickering things, as though he's feels guilty and has to ask permission for any joy in his life. Short, brief, and usually guttered out before Crowley can get a proper look.
What a wonder it is that, removed from the influence of Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale has been smiling so much more freely; with the sort of reckless abandon that had made Crowley fall ass over teakettle with him on top of the wall.
Now it's happening all over again, has been happening again and again for thousands of years. And it's not like the Fall, none of the fear or anguish, but more like what he can recall of hurtling in a freefall through space, zipping through the cosmos where there is no up or down, just him pointing himself somewhere he wants to go and letting the currents of gravity carry him.
It's terrifying, perhaps, in the way rollercoasters are terrifying because yes, he's afraid, but also elated, thrilled, relieved and so, so many other things.
It's strange how all those great big hurdles in their lives seem to be little more than speed bumps now. How the great impenetrable walls between them have been revealed to be nothing more than moldering bricks and crumbling mortar. Here they are, no longer just peeking through the cracks to glimpse the great and marvelous wonders on the other side, but now they're putting great big holes in it and ah, there you are. How good to finally see you.
Crowley takes Aziraphale's hand from his mouth and lays it over his beating heart. He doesn't need one, neither of them do, but he has one all the same. He suspects Aziraphale does too.]
S'always been a 'yes', I think.
[They just needed to be somewhere where that 'yes' wouldn't get them destroyed.]