That was a delightfully soothing sound that hum. Much like a lullaby but lighter and betraying feelings he couldn't say he really understood. He assumed it was easier for an angel. Their entire existence was all about light and emotion. Azriaphale could probably set a name to this feeling and hold no doubts about it whatsoever. Crowley found himself puzzling over it like some half-remembered fragment of memory. It was a little daunting but being a creature of doing what feels the best and damning the consequences he saw no reason to end or prematurely move away from what was beginning to feel like the most comfortable place in the universe.
His dark wings neatly tucked behind him as the angel's white ones move to embrace him and he nuzzled the angel's cheek with the top of his head... Which he would claim was only him adjusting position if he should have been called out for it.
"I don't think it's possible to be out of walking distance there is only the one road."
Speaking softly as he tried to mental map the place. It was tiny for a city, very 'small town America', that also explained the hot dogs being sold by nearly every street vendor. Americans loved them. He hoped for angel's sake they did have more fitting restaurants hidden some where. It wouldn't be the Ritz, but they might have sushi.
Azriaphale just being tired was easily believable too. This place did have a way of wearing on a formerly immortal being. Crowley gave a light grunt of agreement, arching just slightly into those back rubs.
"Yeaa... Forgot all about that when we started this. Used to be able to drink all night."
Silk was it? Nah, maybe not, but it was soft. Gentle like a worn in old sofa, but elegant. Suddenly fascinated by Azriaphale's shirt Crowley's hand wandered over its surface, just rubbing the fabric as the angel had his back.
"But you can rest now. There's nothing here to worry you."
He certainly had nothing to fear from the serpent coiling up beside him.
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Date: 2019-07-05 07:08 pm (UTC)His dark wings neatly tucked behind him as the angel's white ones move to embrace him and he nuzzled the angel's cheek with the top of his head... Which he would claim was only him adjusting position if he should have been called out for it.
"I don't think it's possible to be out of walking distance there is only the one road."
Speaking softly as he tried to mental map the place. It was tiny for a city, very 'small town America', that also explained the hot dogs being sold by nearly every street vendor. Americans loved them. He hoped for angel's sake they did have more fitting restaurants hidden some where. It wouldn't be the Ritz, but they might have sushi.
Azriaphale just being tired was easily believable too. This place did have a way of wearing on a formerly immortal being. Crowley gave a light grunt of agreement, arching just slightly into those back rubs.
"Yeaa... Forgot all about that when we started this. Used to be able to drink all night."
Silk was it? Nah, maybe not, but it was soft. Gentle like a worn in old sofa, but elegant. Suddenly fascinated by Azriaphale's shirt Crowley's hand wandered over its surface, just rubbing the fabric as the angel had his back.
"But you can rest now. There's nothing here to worry you."
He certainly had nothing to fear from the serpent coiling up beside him.