It had been an attempt to guilt him and Crowley would have been absolutely unrepentant about it if in his intoxicated state he had picked up on what was meant instead of veering wildly sideways. Guilt him, ask him, apologize to him, whatever it took to prevent the angel from being a uselessly well-meaning but ultimately ineffectual idiot and getting himself caught up in that bloody stupid war. They had influenced the wrong child, been unable to find the right one, and now what... There was nothing left. The forces of Hell would find out he had screwed up, they would have come for him and it would only have been a matter of time before Heaven came for Azriaphale too. Here they might well have been out of reach. Safe. Both of them. Shame about the Earth but there was nothing else they could do.
The hand touched his neck and his thoughts instantly shifted. He was being odd again. He tried to tell himself it was only the wine but he knew there was more to it. The intoxication he felt came as much from the angel as the drink. It dawned on him slowly that his hand was on Azriaphale's chest and... he opened his eyes only to see the gentle curve of Azriaphale's throat. This was... he should really move away shouldn't he? That was what the hand was about to do wasn't it? Give him a friendly nudge right before the words were spoken, something like, 'Hadn't you better lie down?' Kind but dismissive.
Only that wasn't what happened at all. He agreed. Actually agreed! Good a place to start as any! And the hand moved not to push him aside but to stroke his neck, sending all those little short hairs back there into a tango. His breath escaped in a contented sigh that sounded very nearly like a hiss, the closest a snake could manage to a cat-like purr, but his mind still stumbled over the concept that it could have been as easy as that.
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Date: 2019-07-04 11:02 pm (UTC)The hand touched his neck and his thoughts instantly shifted. He was being odd again. He tried to tell himself it was only the wine but he knew there was more to it. The intoxication he felt came as much from the angel as the drink. It dawned on him slowly that his hand was on Azriaphale's chest and... he opened his eyes only to see the gentle curve of Azriaphale's throat. This was... he should really move away shouldn't he? That was what the hand was about to do wasn't it? Give him a friendly nudge right before the words were spoken, something like, 'Hadn't you better lie down?' Kind but dismissive.
Only that wasn't what happened at all. He agreed. Actually agreed! Good a place to start as any! And the hand moved not to push him aside but to stroke his neck, sending all those little short hairs back there into a tango. His breath escaped in a contented sigh that sounded very nearly like a hiss, the closest a snake could manage to a cat-like purr, but his mind still stumbled over the concept that it could have been as easy as that.
"Wha... what?"
Must have misheard!
"Did you just agree with me?"