[Aziraphale is the width of an eyelash away from actually visibly glowing like an angelic string of Christmas lights.]
Yes. Only just beginning.
[He curls his fingers into Crowley's collar and tugs him in closer to, well, kiss the Hell out of him. But not all the Hell; he likes that bit of Hellishness.
Then he's drawing back.] I love you too. So very much. [Married. Imagine that.] Then, that means we're betrothed. Affianced. [What's the term in favor these days? The angel leaves that subject to hop to the next because something has struck him.]
Oh! Though we've skipped the usual proposal etiquette. [He fiddles with the small gold ring on his little finger, slipping it off and reaching for the demon's hand. Not exactly traditional, but Aziraphale hopes that's all right.]
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Yes. Only just beginning.
[He curls his fingers into Crowley's collar and tugs him in closer to, well, kiss the Hell out of him. But not all the Hell; he likes that bit of Hellishness.
Then he's drawing back.] I love you too. So very much. [Married. Imagine that.] Then, that means we're betrothed. Affianced. [What's the term in favor these days? The angel leaves that subject to hop to the next because something has struck him.]
Oh! Though we've skipped the usual proposal etiquette. [He fiddles with the small gold ring on his little finger, slipping it off and reaching for the demon's hand. Not exactly traditional, but Aziraphale hopes that's all right.]