[Crowley smiles, head tilting towards the touch like a flower towards the sun.]
How long have you been sitting on this, angel?
[If he'd brought it up at any other time, Crowley might have balked at it and immediately shot it down, but for you to have me are resting warm and bright in his chest.
It feels like a proposal, more than a ring, more than moving in together. It would be binding them together, permanently.]
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How long have you been sitting on this, angel?
[If he'd brought it up at any other time, Crowley might have balked at it and immediately shot it down, but for you to have me are resting warm and bright in his chest.
It feels like a proposal, more than a ring, more than moving in together. It would be binding them together, permanently.]