Ohhhh *happy sigh* That was ideal! It is amazingly rational, too. Thanks for that :)
The description of how Crowley felt while with Aziraphale... so very sweet and rather poignant. As though he's less distant from heaven than he thinks. And Aziraphale opening Anathema's chakras. The passion of Crowley chasing, hunting Aziraphale's down... wow.
And these parts particulary: Crowley passed a hand close to the angel’s face and his index finger flicked up, like he was snapping on a light switch. And in that moment they breathed in unison, sighed the sort of sigh one heard when someone was taken leisurely with aching care. Except no one got to assume a role like that here. Too close to the core to even think of it.
From then on there were no words from either of them, only mad clashing on some level above and around them, twining bolder and brighter between them and shaking through the atmosphere, saturating everything within their branching reach. It ended surprisingly undramatic, Aziraphale’s teeth fastening on Crowley’s neck as he muffled a cry against pale flesh, the demon choking on his last moan and bowing his head, resting his jaw against a tilted sweat-slick temple.
She understood then. It was obvious what held them together, even if it was only present on an intangible level. It was so obvious that it couldn’t be put into words.
Obvious things were funny like that.
Utterly. Perfect.
Thank you so much, this was a far better gift that I could have dreamed!
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Date: 2006-12-21 06:49 pm (UTC)The description of how Crowley felt while with Aziraphale... so very sweet and rather poignant. As though he's less distant from heaven than he thinks. And Aziraphale opening Anathema's chakras. The passion of Crowley chasing, hunting Aziraphale's down... wow.
And these parts particulary:
Crowley passed a hand close to the angel’s face and his index finger flicked up, like he was snapping on a light switch. And in that moment they breathed in unison, sighed the sort of sigh one heard when someone was taken leisurely with aching care. Except no one got to assume a role like that here. Too close to the core to even think of it.
From then on there were no words from either of them, only mad clashing on some level above and around them, twining bolder and brighter between them and shaking through the atmosphere, saturating everything within their branching reach. It ended surprisingly undramatic, Aziraphale’s teeth fastening on Crowley’s neck as he muffled a cry against pale flesh, the demon choking on his last moan and bowing his head, resting his jaw against a tilted sweat-slick temple.
She understood then. It was obvious what held them together, even if it was only present on an intangible level. It was so obvious that it couldn’t be put into words.
Obvious things were funny like that.
Utterly. Perfect.
Thank you so much, this was a far better gift that I could have dreamed!