☆ cain ☆

Good. I hope for season 3 they look ancient to you. I hope David Tennant’s crow’s feet are deep enough to drink wine from. I hope Michael Sheen’s waist grows another couple of inches and pops a button right off his waistcoat. I hope they add a little grey to Crowley’s signature red and I hope Aziraphale walks with a cane.

If you think this story is about love between eldritch immortals, you’re missing the whole point.

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"It's not—listen, I don't—"

"Angel," Crowley interrupts him, far more gently than he thought himself capable of. "I know."

Some of the tension bleeds from Aziraphale's body, and his fingers still, unclenching and leaving behind pale half-moon scars on the outside of his wrist. His cheeks are flushed with a bottle of wine and the taste of it on Crowley's tongue, and when he inhales to calm his own trembling hands, he is hit with a wave of unconcealed desire. For a second, it is impossible to tell where Aziraphale's ends and his begins—not that it matters anymore, not with three feet of space and the weight of God's gaze separating them.

"I know," he repeats, trying to forget the caress of tear-stained lips on his throat, the press of warm hands on his face, his ribs, sliding down and down, and—

He pulls his shades out of wherever he had banished them and slides them back into place, gritting his teeth at the disappointment settling on Aziraphale's face. Dawn is an hour away, and the pleasant chill of angel-blue eyes meeting the hidden gold of his makes him consider staying until the sky turns grey; yearning for another taste of something is so much more dangerous than the temptation of the unknown. Crowley knows that if he does not leave now, he probably never will.

"See you soon?"

Aziraphale smiles, fragile, hopeful, scared. The brittle glass inside his chest holding back centuries of desperate longing is beginning to crack, forming the tiniest fracture, and Crowley allows the next sentence to slip through; just this once, he lets himself be honest.

"Couldn't live without you, angel."

helloo!! sorry for the ghosting,,, ive just moved continents for school!! unfortunately setting up my new place is taking longer than expected so i haven't been able to cook up something more complete :((

The crowd erupts in objections and boos.

“She’s right.” Two voices from the back of the club ring out.