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At the end of the end of everything, Crowley and Aziraphale stand in a museum and discuss the Kiki Smith sculpture 'Lilith'.
"Do you remember what happened to her?” he asked. “I'm afraid I never made it a point to check up."
"Just as well. I'm sure she'd had enough of angels there by the time she'd been replaced. But yeah, she did alright. She survived for a time."
"They're all so very good at that," Aziraphale said.
Aziraphale sat up slowly and took Crowley’s hand. He turned it over, looked at the light coming from his wrist and arm from every angle. Then he brought it to his lips and kissed Crowley’s palm.
“This is what you meant,” he said, lips still against Crowley’s skin. “In 1832. You meant it literally. You glow.”
“You glow,” Crowley said. “You burn. You just sometimes also burn through me. It’s a reaction, I think. Because your holiness doesn’t belong in me.”
“Dearest,” Aziraphale said. “Heat cannot start a fire if there is nothing to burn.”
(Or, the one where Crowley is drawn to Aziraphale's holy flame like a moth ready to catch fire.)
It was just one of those little things about Crowley, about their relationship, that confused Aziraphale’s sense of propriety and desire. He wanted, but of course he did. Crowley was a demon. His whole purpose was to make people want things. It was possible he didn’t even realize that his presence affected Aziraphale the way it did, because that was simply meant to be a feature of his presence. The warmth from the pendant pulsed in response.
Crowley started laughing then, which managed to unnerve Aziraphale more than anything that had happened in the several hours preceding. “You’re so easy.”
“I am not,” Aziraphale said, indignant.
“You are,” Crowley crowed, decisive.
Silence creeped back into the car. Aziraphale had almost come to the point of settling into it when Crowley spoke up again.
“I missed you too,” he said.
(Or, the one where Aziraphale misses Crowley during his 80 year nap, so he has some mourning jewellery made.)
“I don’t know what I want,” he said finally. “I feel like before it was very easy to know what I wanted, or at least what I should want. And now…”
“Now it’s your own decision,” Crowley said, not unsympathetic.
Crowley had been an angel once after all, and while whatever was happening to Aziraphale was probably not quite the same as Falling, it was just as upending. The simple truth was that while Aziraphale had been busy trying to maintain the status quo, the status quo had not been as invested in maintaining him. The last week especially had put him in the habit of making rash decisions, and here he was in the aftermath, sitting across from one of those decisions and drinking brandy like everything was fine. Everything was not fine, but he didn’t know how to say that out loud without sounding like an actual eleven-year-old child, which he had never been.
“I told you fifty years ago. I will take you wherever you want to go.”
(Or, the one in which, after everything, Aziraphale takes Crowley up on going to Alpha Centuari.)
Home was not this flat and home was not his bookshop. These places had the intent of being their earthly homes, but slowly, over time, home had become the space between them. Home, Aziraphale had learned from humans, was mainly found in the buildup of little monotonies that came from feeling comfortable with another being sharing your space. The monotonies of mille-feuille at the Ritz and broken bread for the ducks and Mozart cds that were never just Mozart cds and arms thrown over shoulders in drunken giddiness and small trinkets and coins left all over Aziraphale's life from Crowley's many demonic business trips to everywhere.
The monotony of the sun rising only to set again–immutable periods of light and dark.
(Or, the night after the averted apocalypse.)
Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
04 Jan 2016
Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman (Movies - Nolan), Batman - All Media Types, Dark Knight Rises (2012)
29 Jun 2015
John Blake: bad at feelings, good at justice.
Barbara Gordon: better than you at everything. Her kinks include books, justice, and boys in black and blue.