[ Aziraphale looks over at him now, couched in the familiar cover of Crowley being occupied. The sharp angles of him, his preferred shades of black and grey, the deliberate styling of his hair. The way he intermingles tension and boneless slouching, care and nonchalance. More familiar than ever here. Now that they're-- a them.
He would recognize that profile before his own reflection.
It hasn't made Aziraphale any less covetous. If he's entirely honest. He could carve a little nook into himself on every plane and tuck Crowley away into it. Keep him safe, keep him for himself. (Crowley might like having it to hide in. Sometimes.) ]
I imagine you would love me while you did it. [ In the good way. The warm, romantic, careful sort of way that shapes itself around something instead of trying to force it to fit the other way around. ] No need to sell yourself short in that case.
[ Top marks. Glowing reviews. Would recommend even just for existing and being willing to stay in the Incident Sphere with him. ]
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He would recognize that profile before his own reflection.
It hasn't made Aziraphale any less covetous. If he's entirely honest. He could carve a little nook into himself on every plane and tuck Crowley away into it. Keep him safe, keep him for himself. (Crowley might like having it to hide in. Sometimes.) ]
I imagine you would love me while you did it. [ In the good way. The warm, romantic, careful sort of way that shapes itself around something instead of trying to force it to fit the other way around. ] No need to sell yourself short in that case.
[ Top marks. Glowing reviews. Would recommend even just for existing and being willing to stay in the Incident Sphere with him. ]