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WHEN; Saturday, early afternoon.
RATING; G, nothing explicit. <3
CHARACTERS; Aziraphale [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wingedly] & Crowley [saunturing_down].
SUMMARY; It’s the three big words, folks. And a little piece of jewelry is thrown into the mix, as well. :O
LOG;
CROWLEY: Crowley had been debating with himself for several days over this. He had run the matter over in his head several times and looked at it from all angles, fingering the piece of cleaver metalwork he had bought at one of the shops down in the marketplace. He chewed on his bottom lip momentarily before he frowned, setting his jaw as he finally pushed open the door to their shared apartment, entering in and tugging off his sunglasses, looking around for his angel, his nose trying to pick up a scent to give him a clue as to where Aziraphale could be hiding.
AZIRAPHALE: Aziraphale, who wasn’t really built to be the sort of angel to physically overexert himself when the time otherwise did not call for such a thing to be done, seemed at that moment so very drained that he could barely stand up properly let alone operate on a rational level. Though despite these less than pleasing aliments, a rather exhaustedly mild smile stayed fixed upon the angel’s face as he bent over the kitchen sink, gracefully soaking his pale arms into the bubbly water (he’d folded up his sleeves for the occasion) and drew out a wet rag to clean the grease dripping from his cheeks, even if he couldn’t precisely tell where it was he had gotten the inky substance on in the first place.
“Hm,” he hummed a somewhat tuneless melody to himself idly, glancing down at his shirt with warmly amused blue eyes at the stains of the same materials there as well, clearly proud of the fact that he had grown so dirty though this certainly wasn’t the case, if one were well acquainted with the southern pansy.
CROWLEY: Crowley somehow was not surprised to find the angel in the kitchen, bent over the sink. Though there weren’t any dishes in sight...He only shrugged, moving closer to the angel, his yellow eyes moving over Aziraphale’s appearance, as well as the spots of dirt on his attire. That was...odd. In fact, it was very odd. The demon mentally noted it, filing it away for later use as he slipped his arms around the angel’s waist from behind, resting his chin on Aziraphale’s shoulder.
AZIRAPHALE: Then, the tune ended with a soft noise, the angel clearly taken a bit too much by surprise at the abrupt entrance of the demon, which caused a blush to faintly cross over the bridge of his nose, guilty by what he had been doing just a moment or two ago. “Good afternoon, my dear,” Aziraphale offered rather sheepishly, having rested a now tidy palm upon one of Crowley’s arms wrapped about his waist, rubbing slow circle patterns there as he ducked to place a kiss upon his counterpart’s forehead, lovingly.
CROWLEY: Crowley made a 'hmm' noise in the back of his throat. "Afternoon." He waited a beat, before he let the next three words just tumble out of his mouth, figuring this was pretty much as good a time as any. After all, he wasn't one to go out and set a pretty romantic table or whatever; it wasn't his style. In fact, it probably would have been downright embarrassing, as a demon. Not that the words forming on his lips were in anyway demonic, but eh, Crowley figured it was a small exception. He could be extra demonic to make up for it for the rest of the week.
"I love you."
AZIRAPHALE: They’d signed on to this, hadn’t they? Of course, logic made not an ounce of sense when Aziraphale’s jaw had unwillingly decided to go slack coupled with the fact that his tongue wouldn’t seem to work properly either, so he merely stood there rigid for a minute, trying desperately not to succumb to being a permanently incoherent blubbering mess for the rest of his immortal existence. But nothing would come, absolutely nothing would come to mind as the blood seemingly pounded from within his ears without necessary given permission, warm breath escaping in a small gasp that probably explained not a single emotion of what he was currently feeling, then. “Oh—my, if—dearest, that’s—” The angel swallowed hard, closing his bright gaze tightly in order to gain some semblance of control back, hands gently resting over the demon’s and threading through his fingers warmly, an ever so slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Also, it should be dually noted that angels did in fact know quite a lot about love, for they offered that particular thing to many people on quite a large scale venue, though this had nothing to do with that word in the literal meaning, and more to pertain to hope compared to anything else. To a rather pleasantly astonished angelic bookworm, the compelling squeeze of his thumping heart explained that despite everything working against them, they were properly able to experience love together, which made him rather dizzy as he blushed and smiled just a bit wider, eyes still closed contentedly. “I love you too, dear—very much indeed.”
CROWLEY: Crowley had to smirk at the angel’s expression of pure shock. If nothing else, those words were worth that. However, he didn’t prevent the smirk from turning oh so smug as Aziraphale threaded their fingers together, smiling and closing his blue eyes as he returned the sentiment. The demon turned his head slightly to press a kiss to the angel’s cheek. “Good.” he stated, with a sense of finality. No going back now, Crowley old boy. May as well finish this whole thing up. He pressed another kiss to the side of the angel’s neck as he disentangled one hand, keeping the other around Aziraphale’s waist as he reached into his pocket to retrieve what he had purchased earlier. It just seemed appropriate at the time, and well, hell (or not, however things turned out), if he could say the damn words then...“Mmm. I have something for you.” the demon stated against the warm skin of the angel’s neck, very content not to move right about now.
AZIRAPHALE: The angel sighed rather sheepishly, tilting his head just the slightest bit away in order to hide the blush with a soft murmur, unable to wholly grasp the concept of the demon offering him gifts when there wasn’t really any occasion, not that they hadn’t precisely followed a few of the holiday traditions beforehand just for the sake of the experiment, so to speak. “My dear, now you’re being silly,” Aziraphale stated, though one didn’t have to know him all too well to pick up on the twinge of joy underlying his humbled avowal, ducking gracefully away from the subject at hand.
CROWLEY: “No shit.” Crowley’s smirk was against the skin of the angel’s neck, as he hadn’t quite moved yet. “I just told you I’m in love with you. Not very demonish. Do you realize how many people I’m going to have to tempt just to make up for this?”
AZIRAPHALE: “Language,” Aziraphale offered automatically to the swear word, finding that a gentle smile had unwillingly graced his mild expression despite the reprimand. But, with the sentiment repeated of all things, the angel could barely control the sudden flutter of his heart as he gasped lightly, resting a hand upon the one at his waist and opening one bright, improbably warm blue eye. “Hm, indeed. And I shall be there to thwart you, dearest.”
CROWLEY: “Hn. Wouldn’t expect anything less. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still have something to give you.”
AZIRAPHALE: The angel couldn’t help but sigh, turning his head to nuzzle his nose a bit against the demon’s soft dark hair, content. “If you must, my dear. Though I’ve nothing to ask for, apart from you.”
CROWLEY: Crowley let a soft smile drift onto his features for a moment at those words, but he quickly turned it back into a demonic smirk before it could get too mushy. He straightened a bit, keeping his arm around the angel’s waist as he pulled the item from his pocket. “Aziraphale, I would very much like it if you would wear this for me.” And so saying, he lifted the angel’s hand and pressed the item into his palm.
AZIRAPHALE: To put it simply enough, Aziraphale couldn’t breathe. Not that it was a great necessity when worst came to worst, but the warmth that abruptly filled his heart at the ring being placed within his palm was terrifyingly magnificent, so to speak. “Crowley—” he spoke with a small unavoidable tremble, shifting so that they were standing directly in front of one another now, palm covering the demon’s forearm as he gazed upward at the other, wide blue eyes all but swimming with emotion. “There was no need to ask, my love,” the angel stated with a gentle tone, seemingly making a wordless pledge with those few words as he placed the ring upon his left hand, lovingly placing the palm upon the demon’s cheek, exuding rather staggering amounts of warmth and a great deal of compassion.
CROWLEY: Crowley had to swallow harshly as his throat closed up a bit as he watched the angel put the ring on, and he leaned his cheek just slightly into the Azirphale’s hand, eyes dropping to half-mast. He lifted a hand, cradling the angel’s chin gently before he leaned down slightly, pressing his lips to his counterparts almost as if to seal a promise, to complete the wordless vow that had passed between the two of them. And if anyone said anything about him being a sap, he’d rip their fucking head off. Just because he was in love with an angel didn’t mean he wasn’t a demon.
AZIRAPHALE: The angel just barely tilted his head, pressing a chaste kiss back upon the demon’s lips in a soundless reply, offering his heart in a way he could never have foreseen occurring, in the past. However, with a soft smile gracing Aziraphale’s expression as he gently pulled back for a moment to gaze into Crowley’s eyes trustingly, he knew that things would be quite different from then on, whether for good or for bad they would get through it together. And that was all that mattered, really.
RATING; G, nothing explicit. <3
CHARACTERS; Aziraphale [
wingedly] & Crowley [saunturing_down].SUMMARY; It’s the three big words, folks. And a little piece of jewelry is thrown into the mix, as well. :O
LOG;
CROWLEY: Crowley had been debating with himself for several days over this. He had run the matter over in his head several times and looked at it from all angles, fingering the piece of cleaver metalwork he had bought at one of the shops down in the marketplace. He chewed on his bottom lip momentarily before he frowned, setting his jaw as he finally pushed open the door to their shared apartment, entering in and tugging off his sunglasses, looking around for his angel, his nose trying to pick up a scent to give him a clue as to where Aziraphale could be hiding.
AZIRAPHALE: Aziraphale, who wasn’t really built to be the sort of angel to physically overexert himself when the time otherwise did not call for such a thing to be done, seemed at that moment so very drained that he could barely stand up properly let alone operate on a rational level. Though despite these less than pleasing aliments, a rather exhaustedly mild smile stayed fixed upon the angel’s face as he bent over the kitchen sink, gracefully soaking his pale arms into the bubbly water (he’d folded up his sleeves for the occasion) and drew out a wet rag to clean the grease dripping from his cheeks, even if he couldn’t precisely tell where it was he had gotten the inky substance on in the first place.
“Hm,” he hummed a somewhat tuneless melody to himself idly, glancing down at his shirt with warmly amused blue eyes at the stains of the same materials there as well, clearly proud of the fact that he had grown so dirty though this certainly wasn’t the case, if one were well acquainted with the southern pansy.
CROWLEY: Crowley somehow was not surprised to find the angel in the kitchen, bent over the sink. Though there weren’t any dishes in sight...He only shrugged, moving closer to the angel, his yellow eyes moving over Aziraphale’s appearance, as well as the spots of dirt on his attire. That was...odd. In fact, it was very odd. The demon mentally noted it, filing it away for later use as he slipped his arms around the angel’s waist from behind, resting his chin on Aziraphale’s shoulder.
AZIRAPHALE: Then, the tune ended with a soft noise, the angel clearly taken a bit too much by surprise at the abrupt entrance of the demon, which caused a blush to faintly cross over the bridge of his nose, guilty by what he had been doing just a moment or two ago. “Good afternoon, my dear,” Aziraphale offered rather sheepishly, having rested a now tidy palm upon one of Crowley’s arms wrapped about his waist, rubbing slow circle patterns there as he ducked to place a kiss upon his counterpart’s forehead, lovingly.
CROWLEY: Crowley made a 'hmm' noise in the back of his throat. "Afternoon." He waited a beat, before he let the next three words just tumble out of his mouth, figuring this was pretty much as good a time as any. After all, he wasn't one to go out and set a pretty romantic table or whatever; it wasn't his style. In fact, it probably would have been downright embarrassing, as a demon. Not that the words forming on his lips were in anyway demonic, but eh, Crowley figured it was a small exception. He could be extra demonic to make up for it for the rest of the week.
"I love you."
AZIRAPHALE: They’d signed on to this, hadn’t they? Of course, logic made not an ounce of sense when Aziraphale’s jaw had unwillingly decided to go slack coupled with the fact that his tongue wouldn’t seem to work properly either, so he merely stood there rigid for a minute, trying desperately not to succumb to being a permanently incoherent blubbering mess for the rest of his immortal existence. But nothing would come, absolutely nothing would come to mind as the blood seemingly pounded from within his ears without necessary given permission, warm breath escaping in a small gasp that probably explained not a single emotion of what he was currently feeling, then. “Oh—my, if—dearest, that’s—” The angel swallowed hard, closing his bright gaze tightly in order to gain some semblance of control back, hands gently resting over the demon’s and threading through his fingers warmly, an ever so slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Also, it should be dually noted that angels did in fact know quite a lot about love, for they offered that particular thing to many people on quite a large scale venue, though this had nothing to do with that word in the literal meaning, and more to pertain to hope compared to anything else. To a rather pleasantly astonished angelic bookworm, the compelling squeeze of his thumping heart explained that despite everything working against them, they were properly able to experience love together, which made him rather dizzy as he blushed and smiled just a bit wider, eyes still closed contentedly. “I love you too, dear—very much indeed.”
CROWLEY: Crowley had to smirk at the angel’s expression of pure shock. If nothing else, those words were worth that. However, he didn’t prevent the smirk from turning oh so smug as Aziraphale threaded their fingers together, smiling and closing his blue eyes as he returned the sentiment. The demon turned his head slightly to press a kiss to the angel’s cheek. “Good.” he stated, with a sense of finality. No going back now, Crowley old boy. May as well finish this whole thing up. He pressed another kiss to the side of the angel’s neck as he disentangled one hand, keeping the other around Aziraphale’s waist as he reached into his pocket to retrieve what he had purchased earlier. It just seemed appropriate at the time, and well, hell (or not, however things turned out), if he could say the damn words then...“Mmm. I have something for you.” the demon stated against the warm skin of the angel’s neck, very content not to move right about now.
AZIRAPHALE: The angel sighed rather sheepishly, tilting his head just the slightest bit away in order to hide the blush with a soft murmur, unable to wholly grasp the concept of the demon offering him gifts when there wasn’t really any occasion, not that they hadn’t precisely followed a few of the holiday traditions beforehand just for the sake of the experiment, so to speak. “My dear, now you’re being silly,” Aziraphale stated, though one didn’t have to know him all too well to pick up on the twinge of joy underlying his humbled avowal, ducking gracefully away from the subject at hand.
CROWLEY: “No shit.” Crowley’s smirk was against the skin of the angel’s neck, as he hadn’t quite moved yet. “I just told you I’m in love with you. Not very demonish. Do you realize how many people I’m going to have to tempt just to make up for this?”
AZIRAPHALE: “Language,” Aziraphale offered automatically to the swear word, finding that a gentle smile had unwillingly graced his mild expression despite the reprimand. But, with the sentiment repeated of all things, the angel could barely control the sudden flutter of his heart as he gasped lightly, resting a hand upon the one at his waist and opening one bright, improbably warm blue eye. “Hm, indeed. And I shall be there to thwart you, dearest.”
CROWLEY: “Hn. Wouldn’t expect anything less. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still have something to give you.”
AZIRAPHALE: The angel couldn’t help but sigh, turning his head to nuzzle his nose a bit against the demon’s soft dark hair, content. “If you must, my dear. Though I’ve nothing to ask for, apart from you.”
CROWLEY: Crowley let a soft smile drift onto his features for a moment at those words, but he quickly turned it back into a demonic smirk before it could get too mushy. He straightened a bit, keeping his arm around the angel’s waist as he pulled the item from his pocket. “Aziraphale, I would very much like it if you would wear this for me.” And so saying, he lifted the angel’s hand and pressed the item into his palm.
AZIRAPHALE: To put it simply enough, Aziraphale couldn’t breathe. Not that it was a great necessity when worst came to worst, but the warmth that abruptly filled his heart at the ring being placed within his palm was terrifyingly magnificent, so to speak. “Crowley—” he spoke with a small unavoidable tremble, shifting so that they were standing directly in front of one another now, palm covering the demon’s forearm as he gazed upward at the other, wide blue eyes all but swimming with emotion. “There was no need to ask, my love,” the angel stated with a gentle tone, seemingly making a wordless pledge with those few words as he placed the ring upon his left hand, lovingly placing the palm upon the demon’s cheek, exuding rather staggering amounts of warmth and a great deal of compassion.
CROWLEY: Crowley had to swallow harshly as his throat closed up a bit as he watched the angel put the ring on, and he leaned his cheek just slightly into the Azirphale’s hand, eyes dropping to half-mast. He lifted a hand, cradling the angel’s chin gently before he leaned down slightly, pressing his lips to his counterparts almost as if to seal a promise, to complete the wordless vow that had passed between the two of them. And if anyone said anything about him being a sap, he’d rip their fucking head off. Just because he was in love with an angel didn’t mean he wasn’t a demon.
AZIRAPHALE: The angel just barely tilted his head, pressing a chaste kiss back upon the demon’s lips in a soundless reply, offering his heart in a way he could never have foreseen occurring, in the past. However, with a soft smile gracing Aziraphale’s expression as he gently pulled back for a moment to gaze into Crowley’s eyes trustingly, he knew that things would be quite different from then on, whether for good or for bad they would get through it together. And that was all that mattered, really.