He had not been intending to. But there was something darkly sweet about Crowley padding to the bed and lying there. Just watching him look so vulnerable and he couldn't help but remember how he used to look somehow, with that long hair and those sweet eyes. He was a demon of course. Always -- well not always but for the majority of the time, he had been.
And yet...
Aziraphale leans over and slides away his sunglasses so he can see those eyes. They are beautiful somehow, even if they shouldn't be. But the flaw was in him, he knew, and not Crowley.
"I think I will too." He took the bag and settled beside him, mindful of wings and everything else, somewhat resting on his uninjured shoulder since it was just less awkward that way and he didn't have to justify it to anyone.
He ate one of the 'nuggets' from the bag and hated every moment of it.
Well, he turned his head a little, just to catch the demon's scent. Perhaps not every moment.
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Date: 2019-06-20 08:19 am (UTC)And yet...
Aziraphale leans over and slides away his sunglasses so he can see those eyes. They are beautiful somehow, even if they shouldn't be. But the flaw was in him, he knew, and not Crowley.
"I think I will too." He took the bag and settled beside him, mindful of wings and everything else, somewhat resting on his uninjured shoulder since it was just less awkward that way and he didn't have to justify it to anyone.
He ate one of the 'nuggets' from the bag and hated every moment of it.
Well, he turned his head a little, just to catch the demon's scent. Perhaps not every moment.