[It's simple fact. He's never killed anything (on purpose, and he absolutely fixed up the poor unfortunate dove or two he didn't survive his magic act) and he doesn't want to start, but where Crowley's life is concerned -- and Adam's for that matter -- it's a line he's willing to cross.]
Entirely terrible, yes.
[But more importantly.] You told him he had to? [That's entirely too sweet somehow.] You're sweet, you know.
Well, yeah, he has to! He tried to kill you. Angels aren't supposed to do that sort of thing. He should feel bad about it.
[ His people, well, attempted murder was sort of expected from his lot. But the angels were supposed to be better than that. They could never deserve Aziraphale, but they could at least try. ]
He should be down on his knees, begging your forgiveness.
[Ah. Aziraphale turns then, into Crowley, wrapping his arms around the demon and tucking himself in quite comfortably up against him. He's gotten very fond of the whole physical affection thing in a remarkably short time. It's comfortable. And comforting.]
And Hell tried to destroy you. That's the piece of it that I can't forgive, apology or no. Heaven handed them the holy water without any reservation.
You're my demon, and I'm very much not okay with anyone trying to destroy you. Sooner, later, ever.
[Well. Now he's feeling huffy about it too, more than a bit agitated. In his defense, the idea of losing Crowley has always been terrifying and is now more than ever.]
[Okay. Fine. That mollifies him at least a little. He may still be sulking at the whole idea really.]
I'm not worried about Gabriel coming for me. Here at least, existential crisis or no, we're on a level playing field in this world. ...he seemed a little too ebullient when he left me earlier though.
Does he? That's... that's fine, actually. Better he thinks that than actually figures it out.
[And really, maybe She does love them. God works in mysterious and ineffable ways, after all. Maybe even through the final prophecy from the only entirely accurate prophet in history, a book that only landed in their hands at that moment through a strange and unaccountable chain reaction.
Or maybe not. Whatever the reason, they're still here.
[ Crowley's been rather dwelling on the thought since Gabriel spoke it aloud, actually. Ineffability blah blah. Crowley would never presume to know what goes through Her head at any given time. He'd entertain the idea that She loves Aziraphale, though - mostly because Aziraphale is incredibly easy to love, in his experience.
It's the part where the archangel has convinced himself that God loves Crowley, that's got him confused. He's a demon. He Fell. One of Heaven's permanently exiled. The whole point is that God no longer loves him.
But instead of saying that aloud, he just makes one of his little sounds. Like, mmf. ]
Marriage was invented by humans once they started claiming patches of land and saying "this is mine and my children will have it after I die".
[ He peers at Aziraphale. ]
But leave it to an archangel to oversimplify something.
[If Aziraphale had any idea what was going on inside, well, he'd have opinions on that as well. He can't pretend to understand the Almighty's thoughts or actions on, well, anything. Never mind on falling and the fallen. But he's known Crowley. He knows the spark of good within him all too well. And shouldn't God be able to see that too? How could She not love this being who has managed love and kindness despite being cast away?
He purses his lips at the sound Crowley makes.]
Yes well, but these days they come with cake and a party.
[Weddings, that is. Less the marriage that follows after. Not nearly enough obligatory cake in marriage.]
I want a cake and a party so that I can eat cake, at a party.
[So there. But well, about that.]
I want to go around calling you my husband because I like the sound of it. And what it means.
[A pause as he hesitates, expression faltering and hands dropping to clasp in front of him as he considers.] Oh... Though I suppose that's moving too fast, isn't it?
[ Oh, there he goes, getting skittish again. Crowley reaches for him, taking those hands, stopping them from wringing with worry the way he so often does. Pulls him in for a soft kiss. ]
You can go around calling me whatever you want. I mean, it can't get much worse than lover, anyway.
[ Okay, so that's still half a joke, and he kisses him again. ]
[His hands are taken and it does stop Aziraphale from the usual fretting spiral. The kiss is quite effective too, sweet and gentle as it is. His hands shift so he can wrap his fingers around Crowley's in turn.
There's a little start of a smile at the teasing.]
I'm sure it can'.
[Teasing right back because is that a challenge, Crowley? Would you like him to find a worse term than lover? HMM? He falls quiet for a moment at the question though.]
It... well, it has a sort of intention to it, doesn't it? Of being together, belonging to each other, choosing to stand side by side in the eyes of the world.
[He likes that, the choice, the commitment of it.] Maybe that's overly sentimental.
[Aziraphale feigns shock for a few seconds before his expression melts into a smile and he steps in all the closer, hand settling against Crowley's chest.]
I don't know what to say.
[His fingers curl into the fabric of the demon's shirt.]
[A pause before he answers because there is a kiss to steal first.] ...yes. To cake. And to a party.
[He adds, hastily.] And an absolute no to church. Something more secular seems appropriate. [The Heaven and the Hell can cancel each other out and they can get married in a park.]
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Date: 2019-10-01 02:36 am (UTC)Entirely terrible, yes.
[But more importantly.] You told him he had to? [That's entirely too sweet somehow.] You're sweet, you know.
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Date: 2019-10-01 03:58 am (UTC)[ His people, well, attempted murder was sort of expected from his lot. But the angels were supposed to be better than that. They could never deserve Aziraphale, but they could at least try. ]
He should be down on his knees, begging your forgiveness.
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Date: 2019-10-01 04:14 am (UTC)And Hell tried to destroy you. That's the piece of it that I can't forgive, apology or no. Heaven handed them the holy water without any reservation.
[And that right there is unforgivable.]
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Date: 2019-10-01 11:09 pm (UTC)[ Crowley snorts faintly. ]
I'm a demon, after all.
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Date: 2019-10-02 12:18 am (UTC)[Well. Now he's feeling huffy about it too, more than a bit agitated. In his defense, the idea of losing Crowley has always been terrifying and is now more than ever.]
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Date: 2019-10-02 12:24 am (UTC)I know. Nothing's going to happen to me. Or you. Gabriel is too busy stewing in his own existential crisis at the moment.
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Date: 2019-10-02 12:29 am (UTC)I'm not worried about Gabriel coming for me. Here at least, existential crisis or no, we're on a level playing field in this world. ...he seemed a little too ebullient when he left me earlier though.
[Happy Gabriels are creepy.]
I'm certain that can't be a good sign.
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Date: 2019-10-02 12:44 am (UTC)[ And yet, Crowley doesn't seem concerned. ]
He thinks we survived because the Almighty loves us.
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Date: 2019-10-02 02:05 am (UTC)[And really, maybe She does love them. God works in mysterious and ineffable ways, after all. Maybe even through the final prophecy from the only entirely accurate prophet in history, a book that only landed in their hands at that moment through a strange and unaccountable chain reaction.
Or maybe not. Whatever the reason, they're still here.
Anyway, far more importantly.]
He called you my husband, you know.
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Date: 2019-10-02 02:17 am (UTC)It's the part where the archangel has convinced himself that God loves Crowley, that's got him confused. He's a demon. He Fell. One of Heaven's permanently exiled. The whole point is that God no longer loves him.
But instead of saying that aloud, he just makes one of his little sounds. Like, mmf. ]
Marriage was invented by humans once they started claiming patches of land and saying "this is mine and my children will have it after I die".
[ He peers at Aziraphale. ]
But leave it to an archangel to oversimplify something.
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Date: 2019-10-02 02:37 am (UTC)He purses his lips at the sound Crowley makes.]
Yes well, but these days they come with cake and a party.
[Weddings, that is. Less the marriage that follows after. Not nearly enough obligatory cake in marriage.]
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Date: 2019-10-02 02:39 am (UTC)Are you saying you want a cake and a party so you can go around calling me your husband?
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Date: 2019-10-02 02:58 am (UTC)[So there. But well, about that.]
I want to go around calling you my husband because I like the sound of it. And what it means.
[A pause as he hesitates, expression faltering and hands dropping to clasp in front of him as he considers.] Oh... Though I suppose that's moving too fast, isn't it?
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Date: 2019-10-02 03:12 am (UTC)You can go around calling me whatever you want. I mean, it can't get much worse than lover, anyway.
[ Okay, so that's still half a joke, and he kisses him again. ]
What's it mean to you?
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Date: 2019-10-03 01:45 am (UTC)There's a little start of a smile at the teasing.]
I'm sure it can'.
[Teasing right back because is that a challenge, Crowley? Would you like him to find a worse term than lover? HMM? He falls quiet for a moment at the question though.]
It... well, it has a sort of intention to it, doesn't it? Of being together, belonging to each other, choosing to stand side by side in the eyes of the world.
[He likes that, the choice, the commitment of it.] Maybe that's overly sentimental.
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Date: 2019-10-03 01:55 am (UTC)...Oh well. There are worse things that could happen. All in all, Crowley thinks he comes out the winner. ]
I just brought you a dozen red roses, angel. For no reason. Being too sentimental isn't really on our radar right now.
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Date: 2019-10-03 02:03 am (UTC)For now though, he leans in to steal another kiss before glancing off at the roses in their vase.]
Yes, you did, didn't you? You ought to be careful. I might start to think you have a crush on me.
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Date: 2019-10-03 02:06 am (UTC)It's only been six thousand years and an averted apocalypse. Angel... I think I have a crush on you.
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Date: 2019-10-03 02:44 am (UTC)[Aziraphale feigns shock for a few seconds before his expression melts into a smile and he steps in all the closer, hand settling against Crowley's chest.]
I don't know what to say.
[His fingers curl into the fabric of the demon's shirt.]
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Date: 2019-10-03 03:06 am (UTC)Say you feel the same.
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Date: 2019-10-03 03:48 am (UTC)I feel the same. A crush of my own, a rather enormous one.
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Date: 2019-10-03 03:53 am (UTC)Guess we’re, uh. Married, then?
[ That’s how that works, right? ]
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Date: 2019-10-03 03:59 am (UTC)[But teasing aside, he loops an arm around Crowley's shoulders, fingers running up the nape of his neck to toy with the hair at the back of his head.]
But I suppose we're close enough to it to count. After all, I love you with all my heart. It only seems appropriate.
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Date: 2019-10-03 04:02 am (UTC)If you want cake, we’ll get a cake. If you want a party, we’ll throw a party. Whatever you like.
Well, as long as it doesn’t involve a church.
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Date: 2019-10-03 08:45 pm (UTC)[A pause before he answers because there is a kiss to steal first.] ...yes. To cake. And to a party.
[He adds, hastily.] And an absolute no to church. Something more secular seems appropriate. [The Heaven and the Hell can cancel each other out and they can get married in a park.]
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