[Crowley just looks at him for a moment, and there's a weight behind the gaze even as it's hidden behind dark lenses, before he gives a tiny shake of his head.]
You really are terribly stupid sometimes. [There's no heat in the words, only a hint of fondness, as he allows himself to rest his hand more properly against Aziraphale's cheek, cupping his jaw, thumb brushing gently over his skin. He's dreamed about touching him like this for so long that it hardly seems real.] I trust you, you daft thing.
[That's why he'll give anything, allow anything. He trusts Aziraphale not to purposefully try to hurt him, and anything that happens unintentionally is just something they'll deal with if it happens. It's bound to happen, they've done it hundreds of times before and they've both got so many landmines buried between them, but Crowley isn't too worried about it. They've figured it out so far, this is just an added dimension.
So it's easy to close his eyes, to exhale slowly and focus on the feeling that Aziraphale is trying to give to him, bringing both hands back over the ones resting on his chest, an anchor point. Crowley can just grasp the edge of it, like sunlight spreading over the horizon, and that alone is enough to draw a small gasp, his grip tightening to stop Aziraphale from pulling away. It doesn't hurt, not physically, but it does ache.] M'not sure if this is meant for me.
[Not the love itself, just being able to feel it this way. God tore out his ability to feel love, maybe he's not meant to have this.]
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You really are terribly stupid sometimes. [There's no heat in the words, only a hint of fondness, as he allows himself to rest his hand more properly against Aziraphale's cheek, cupping his jaw, thumb brushing gently over his skin. He's dreamed about touching him like this for so long that it hardly seems real.] I trust you, you daft thing.
[That's why he'll give anything, allow anything. He trusts Aziraphale not to purposefully try to hurt him, and anything that happens unintentionally is just something they'll deal with if it happens. It's bound to happen, they've done it hundreds of times before and they've both got so many landmines buried between them, but Crowley isn't too worried about it. They've figured it out so far, this is just an added dimension.
So it's easy to close his eyes, to exhale slowly and focus on the feeling that Aziraphale is trying to give to him, bringing both hands back over the ones resting on his chest, an anchor point. Crowley can just grasp the edge of it, like sunlight spreading over the horizon, and that alone is enough to draw a small gasp, his grip tightening to stop Aziraphale from pulling away. It doesn't hurt, not physically, but it does ache.] M'not sure if this is meant for me.
[Not the love itself, just being able to feel it this way. God tore out his ability to feel love, maybe he's not meant to have this.]