( when crowley looks at him in that desperate searching way, his elegant golden eyes a veritable font of unspoken emotion threatening to break forth, he is met only with love. love that has been simmering underneath the surface for countless years, a love that endured time and tribulation, a love without condition. Love. with a capital letter.
there's no uncertainty in aziraphale's gaze, his sky-like blue-grey eyes only looking forward. there is no question that he has meant every word spoken, every action taken. something like regret hasn't even occurred to him—how could it? how could it when he finally feels like he's reaching through a hole in their dividing wall?
a hand outstretched.
then a hand taken. crowley reaches across the divide himself, mirroring the angel's show of affection. he offers aziraphale his own kiss in return, gentle in a way that a demon should never be; a way that's dangerous for him to be. crowley does it anyway, his actions so firmly intertwined with his own Love that aziraphale cannot help but feel it.
he feels crowley against his skin and resonating within the core of him and it's nearly overwhelming. although not in an unpleasant way. he feels lit up, shining, and perhaps even a little giddy. )
Me?
( aziraphale asks, his face feeling flushed. the demon's words are overwhelming too, but it's still not in an unpleasant way. it almost feels like this truly is a dream, a reality far too pleasant to be real. )
You must mean you.
( he tells him, warm and loving. aziraphale has thought this very selfsame thought since the very beginning, thought the individual beside him to be gorgeous in a way unlike any other.
aziraphale is still smiling as he moves to wipe away crowley's tears, catching them with the edge of his fingers. )
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Date: 2023-08-21 05:03 am (UTC)there's no uncertainty in aziraphale's gaze, his sky-like blue-grey eyes only looking forward. there is no question that he has meant every word spoken, every action taken. something like regret hasn't even occurred to him—how could it? how could it when he finally feels like he's reaching through a hole in their dividing wall?
a hand outstretched.
then a hand taken. crowley reaches across the divide himself, mirroring the angel's show of affection. he offers aziraphale his own kiss in return, gentle in a way that a demon should never be; a way that's dangerous for him to be. crowley does it anyway, his actions so firmly intertwined with his own Love that aziraphale cannot help but feel it.
he feels crowley against his skin and resonating within the core of him and it's nearly overwhelming. although not in an unpleasant way. he feels lit up, shining, and perhaps even a little giddy. )
Me?
( aziraphale asks, his face feeling flushed. the demon's words are overwhelming too, but it's still not in an unpleasant way. it almost feels like this truly is a dream, a reality far too pleasant to be real. )
You must mean you.
( he tells him, warm and loving. aziraphale has thought this very selfsame thought since the very beginning, thought the individual beside him to be gorgeous in a way unlike any other.
aziraphale is still smiling as he moves to wipe away crowley's tears, catching them with the edge of his fingers. )
Thank you for staying with me.