He laid right where he was when the moment of disappointment came. His leg still wrapped over Aziraphale's, hands still clutching at the fabric, the sweet taste of the angel's mouth still burning his tongue... or was something actually on fire? Crowley cast a quick look around, just to make certain there hadn't been another 'incident' like that one at the weapons shop. That he hadn't in some stray moment lit the bed on fire, or the drapes... the carpet... but all was as it had been before. Elegantly Princess themed and untouched by the smoldering demon. It had just been the heat of that touch on his skin, the hint of passions yet to come interrupted by old fears.
In a way he could understand it. He had been an angel once, a very long time ago, and the fear of always having to do the right thing or else was a barely remembered one. But he found it frustrating as Hell to have been so close, again, only to have to stop... to think. There were times for thinking and then there were times for acting angel!
His gold eyes focused on Aziraphale's face, the hopeful pink of his lips and the lines of worry that creased his forehead. How could he do this for the benefit of Heaven? It was a plea. Lie to me, demon. Sweet little lies...
Crowley sucked in a breath, exhaling the names.
"Adam and Eve."
The names from their shared past were ones he knew Aziraphale would remember. Other humans had come and gone, been flashes in the pan for them, but those two were special. The very first of their kind.
"You remember them, sweet kids really. Eve had a laugh that you could hear on the other side of the garden. No wonder Adam was so fond of her."
His head drifted side to side a little as he spoke, as if the story required the rocking motion in order to be a good one.
"They weren't kicked out of the garden for being into each other. That was the point. God created them to be together. Adam was lonely so God said, hey I can fix that, and created Eve from one of his ribs. They were forced to leave for breaking the rules, eating from that tree..."
Still one of his finest temptations, he thought.
"What they shared though was something unique. They were devoted to each other, absolutely. I mean, he fought a lion for her! With your sword admittedly, but that was still a big lion to face off against even with it. They were the first of their kind to do what they did. To trust each other that much to share in the ultimate expression of devotion. It didn't help Heaven, didn't hurt it any either."
His weaving stopped as he regarded the angel and those closed eyes of his. Lies, he was meant to be telling lies. Why then had all of this sounded so sincere?
"It's the same with us. You can't do this for the benefit of Heaven... This isn't about Heaven, or Hell, this is about us and whatever crazy, mixed up thing is happening between us! We're like them. We are the first to go off and try something new!"
Crowley's searching gaze was met with closed eyes. Had Aziraphale understood? Did any of this mean anything to the angel? It began to rankle that those pale blue eyes were closed against him, against his nature. Demons were ugly things, cast down from Heaven, meant to be sins turned away from and abandoned to the pit. He began to worry that was the only way Aziraphale saw him. That the angel's eyes were closed because he was entirely unforgivable, entirely unworthy of him. The demon's voice softened, the impassioned speech maker's inflection taking on the hint of a tremble.
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Date: 2019-07-15 05:04 pm (UTC)In a way he could understand it. He had been an angel once, a very long time ago, and the fear of always having to do the right thing or else was a barely remembered one. But he found it frustrating as Hell to have been so close, again, only to have to stop... to think. There were times for thinking and then there were times for acting angel!
His gold eyes focused on Aziraphale's face, the hopeful pink of his lips and the lines of worry that creased his forehead. How could he do this for the benefit of Heaven? It was a plea. Lie to me, demon. Sweet little lies...
Crowley sucked in a breath, exhaling the names.
"Adam and Eve."
The names from their shared past were ones he knew Aziraphale would remember. Other humans had come and gone, been flashes in the pan for them, but those two were special. The very first of their kind.
"You remember them, sweet kids really. Eve had a laugh that you could hear on the other side of the garden. No wonder Adam was so fond of her."
His head drifted side to side a little as he spoke, as if the story required the rocking motion in order to be a good one.
"They weren't kicked out of the garden for being into each other. That was the point. God created them to be together. Adam was lonely so God said, hey I can fix that, and created Eve from one of his ribs. They were forced to leave for breaking the rules, eating from that tree..."
Still one of his finest temptations, he thought.
"What they shared though was something unique. They were devoted to each other, absolutely. I mean, he fought a lion for her! With your sword admittedly, but that was still a big lion to face off against even with it. They were the first of their kind to do what they did. To trust each other that much to share in the ultimate expression of devotion. It didn't help Heaven, didn't hurt it any either."
His weaving stopped as he regarded the angel and those closed eyes of his. Lies, he was meant to be telling lies. Why then had all of this sounded so sincere?
"It's the same with us. You can't do this for the benefit of Heaven... This isn't about Heaven, or Hell, this is about us and whatever crazy, mixed up thing is happening between us! We're like them. We are the first to go off and try something new!"
Crowley's searching gaze was met with closed eyes. Had Aziraphale understood? Did any of this mean anything to the angel? It began to rankle that those pale blue eyes were closed against him, against his nature. Demons were ugly things, cast down from Heaven, meant to be sins turned away from and abandoned to the pit. He began to worry that was the only way Aziraphale saw him. That the angel's eyes were closed because he was entirely unforgivable, entirely unworthy of him. The demon's voice softened, the impassioned speech maker's inflection taking on the hint of a tremble.
"Aziraphale, open your eyes?"
Please?