Calls me stupid whilst stroking my cheek. Not sure what I'm supposed to make of that.
[He's sparkling with teasing and thinking no one has any call feeling this giddy. He closes his eyes again. On some level, he's aware that his enjoyment of physical touch is false, something foisted upon him by this place given what Crowley has said. He has never been very physical, not beyond his indulgence of fine foods and drinks or sumptuous fabrics.
It's what's coming through the touch that he could bask in for as long as Crowley is willing to indulge him. To feel such love from a demon. Yet, Crowley is long past being just a demon, no more than he is just an angel. Their time on Earth, together, has fundamentally altered them. Never has he been more aware of it than in this moment.
His eyes are open in the deliberate exchange of energy, not just watching his expression but also for any signs of smoke or sensations of abnormal heat beneath his palms.
Instead, the stinging comes, unexpectedly, for him. He blinks rapidly, his scoff louder and more vehement than he intends.]
Don't you dare say that. Not ever again. This is for you.
[This time he thinks he'd pull him back into his arms regardless of compulsion, a tight wrap, a full body embrace with the flow of love opening out and up. He'll still tamp it down in an instant if he senses it's doing harm. He presses Crowley's head to draw his face against his neck and shoulder, a reverse of earlier.]
no subject
[He's sparkling with teasing and thinking no one has any call feeling this giddy. He closes his eyes again. On some level, he's aware that his enjoyment of physical touch is false, something foisted upon him by this place given what Crowley has said. He has never been very physical, not beyond his indulgence of fine foods and drinks or sumptuous fabrics.
It's what's coming through the touch that he could bask in for as long as Crowley is willing to indulge him. To feel such love from a demon. Yet, Crowley is long past being just a demon, no more than he is just an angel. Their time on Earth, together, has fundamentally altered them. Never has he been more aware of it than in this moment.
His eyes are open in the deliberate exchange of energy, not just watching his expression but also for any signs of smoke or sensations of abnormal heat beneath his palms.
Instead, the stinging comes, unexpectedly, for him. He blinks rapidly, his scoff louder and more vehement than he intends.]
Don't you dare say that. Not ever again. This is for you.
[This time he thinks he'd pull him back into his arms regardless of compulsion, a tight wrap, a full body embrace with the flow of love opening out and up. He'll still tamp it down in an instant if he senses it's doing harm. He presses Crowley's head to draw his face against his neck and shoulder, a reverse of earlier.]
Who else could it possibly be meant for, my dear?