if there's anything aziraphale deeply appreciates about the very human act of sleeping it's that he gets to watch crowley. he looks more at peace like this than he ever does awake. unfortunately, though, it is getting rather late in the day. ❝ crowley, my dear, up and at them, we've a whole day ahead of us. ❞
crowley hates mornings . he feels that , as a demon , he should be exempt from the whole concept . he doesn't , strictly speaking , need to sleep , but he'll be damned if he doesn't enjoy the act . ( well , he's damned either way . ) plus , ever since he and aziraphale moved in together , there's a new perk : holding , and being held by , the principality he loves . ( loves , he can say that now . he loves aziraphale . ) ( he always has , he thinks . ) there's a position they sleep in , sometimes , where his face is pressed against the side of aziraphale's neck as the other wraps his arms around him , and despite the intense warmth that the angel's touch has , it's worth the fall . worth the years he spent in hell before the earth was born . worth the thousands of years of waiting for this , because aziraphale's arms are a heaven that only belongs to him . a heaven better than the original . better than anything else .
so one can imagine , given the details that he loves sleeping ( loves being held ) and hates mornings , that he's not a happy camper at the moment . crowley wakes up , and any semblance of peacefulness he has while asleep dissipates like the morning fog outside . he lifts his head ever so slightly off his pillow and looks about blearily . tries to blink the light out of his eyes in order to better see the clock . it's too damn early . doesn't matter that it's nearly noon . he's a demon , and that means he's supposed to grab whatever pleasure he wants . and he wants more sleep . but unfortunately , aziraphale seems to disagree .
he turns his sleepy eyes , still rimmed with the remnants of yesterday's eyeliner , toward his angel and tries to muster his fiercest , scariest , demony-est look . ( and fails , because , really , nothing he could ever possibly do would scare aziraphale . ) he knows he probably looks a mess --- while short hair is easy to upkeep generally ( and especially when one can just miracle it perfect ) it usually looks ridiculous upon first waking up , especially since he typically has hair gel in it unless he was in a hurry that morning . ( miracling it just doesn't have the right vibe . ) he opens his mouth to speak and finds that the word-making center in his head isn't quite awake enough yet to be coherent . so he does what any reasonable , semi-intelligent demon would do , and begrudgingly makes himself less sleepy .
crowley clears his throat . speaking , take two . ❝ angel . . . ❞ his voice holds a note of warning . ( a hollow note of warning , but it's the thought that counts . ) he sits up more properly , mostly , propped up on his elbow , and runs his free hand through his hair . he sighs . ❝ i'll never understand how you're just . . . fine with being up this early . ❞ he wrinkles his nose . disgusting . mornings are disgusting . ❝ y'know , if it were anyone but you waking me up i'd be very cross . might even do some unholy smiting . ❞ and his face softens . ❝ you're just lucky i love you , angel . ❞
he swings his legs off the side of their bed and stretches out his back . he's being far too dramatic , honestly . a last yawn , and he looks back over at aziraphale . ❝ alright , give me a sec to get ready , and we can go . ❞ his heart feels almost like it might burst out of his chest with the amount of love he feels for his beloved . he can only hope aziraphale can feel exactly how much he loves him .
