#ncverasked

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 & 𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐓, 𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 the trembling which threatened to take hold. the desperate urge to reach out and touch the demon nearly staggered him in its ferocity ... thus a hand rose to tug idly at each cuff in turn ( suit so fresh and crisp, nigh devoid of colour ).

' you're angry, i-i understand. ' their rather clipped tone spoke volumes ; EMPATHY, REGRET, YEARNING. what it did not speak of, however, was understanding. they could have been together these past weeks, forging the path to change side by side, as it should have been. then again ... perhaps they had never fully understood one another after all ( same page of a different novel ). ' i could still call, could still come down to visit ! however often you'd like ! crowley, please know that I MISS YOU TOO. '

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

Aziraphale had known that coming back to Earth and seeing Crowley again would be emotional. That all sorts of things could be thrown his way. Both audibly and, perhaps, physically.

The archangel couldn't look at the demon properly, guilt filling him despite their reasons for doing what they did.

"Crowley, I...." Aziraphale couldn't continue, having to swallowing down a wavering breath and tears.

"I didn't... I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to. I.... I would never throw you away. You mean...." The archangel closed his eyes tight to try and contain himself. Desperately trying to think of what he would be able to say.

Oh .. she thought, for a second, he'd like that. It was pretty. Delight .. was really spinning away from her skillset, wasn't it? She pulls her jumper down, and frowns at herself, before moving towards the demon and instead - produces a bottle of spiced rum for him.

She's trying. It would even taste nice.

Friends or more? Sentence Starters

"I..." Aziraphale couldn't find the words to say, or any words at all as a matter of fact. Their mind was catching up to what had transpired.

He and Crowley had been practically making out (he believed that that was the right phrase), sprawled against each other. Never had his imagine stretched as far as to thinking that something like that could have been possible between them.

The angel raised his fingertips to his lips, still feeling the presence of the demon upon them.

Friends or more? Sentence Starters

The angel had inhaled sharply in surprise when Crowley held his hand. But he didn't pull it away. Instead Aziraphale looked down at it for a few moments then to the demon and then finally back to the small television.

"Of... of course." He managed to reply, wondering if he should try holding the hand in return. A light colour and warmth settling upon his cheeks.

My muse is sick and won't admit it. Send 🤒 to take care of them, whether they like it or not. [x]

"Crowley..." The angel practically grumbled, trying to shrug the demon away. He had been sat at his desk for who knows how long. But instead of his usual upright, correct posture position, Aziraphale had one elbow rested upon the desk and his hand was supporting the weight of his head.

He had no idea why and hadn't really thought about it, but something had definitely been.... off. The angel felt overheated and his blonde curls clung to his forehead. His head feeling as if it were wrapped in a numbing kind of cotton wall.

send ★ to pin my muse to the wall

Aziraphale wasn't sure exactly what had happened. He couldn't really remember as his brain had stopped working the moment Crowleys hands were holding on to his collar. He knew he had tried to say something but had no idea what.

When his back was pushed up against the wall, the angel felt as if his lungs and heart had now joined in his brain in no longer functioning properly. The closeness of the demon, the smell of him, was making Aziraphales mind cease to function. Eyes became unfocused as they tried to look through sunglasses into beautiful yellow ones.

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

"I was just saying things normally. It's not my fault that your mind is making you want to kiss me," Aziraphale replied innocently before turning away slightly to reach for his glasses.