oldbookshop: (how 2 murder a demon in 7 words)
✨ god's little wildcard ✨ ([personal profile] oldbookshop) wrote in [community profile] apocalypsehowcomm 2022-03-12 04:53 pm (UTC)

Nor are you a sack of potatoes. [ Ghastly. If he's nothing else, he's very good at being physically careful. A master, dare he say. Although potatoes do sometimes have a... grumpy look about them that reminds him of Crowley. That's entirely tangential, though.

All these nice safe surface thoughts and more, promptly laid to waste. Aziraphale was not prepared to be gently leaned on.

He feels a lot of things about it. Swell of warmth, fondness, the ever-persistent instinct to be twitterpated, the linked instinct not to overreact. Bit of honor at being granted the privilege. Something extremely soft that comes of a love he's only ever held for this one person.

Mostly there's a complicated pressing guilty ache that he swallows down, because if he follows the path it wants to lay out it'll be some mess he really cannot handle in this moment, and that Crowley shouldn't have to deal with besides.

He'll stop at honored.

The truly important thing is that he can pick up on a hint when it's not actually a hint and instead more of a direct wordless request. He's grateful for that, too. ]


Maybe a bit more than a minute. [ Maybe he would sit here literally all night, and what about it. ] I haven't got plans.

[ Now he's relieved to have grabbed an emotional support pillow. It's saving his whole life right now and probably keeping him from doing something embarrassing. He doesn't even know what that embarrassing something would be. ]

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