I am all for soft Aziraphale but can you imagine the first time they touch like that?
Fuck Crowley being a suave mofo—he can and will be, once they’ve settled into this thing and the baseline is established; once he’s feeling secure—but that first time they’ll touch, like that, Crowley will be stuttering: words, so useless, they never helped him anyway, and he’d heap them on Aziraphale, wants to, because Aziraphale covets the word in theway that Crowley covets him, but all the melancholy yearning, so intense Crowley will never admit to having met Petrarch, remains, as much as Crowley passionately loathes the word, ineffable: the instant they touch, like that, language becomes a foreign concept.
His body betrays him; ineffability be damned, Crowley thinks vaguely, damned and damned and damned, because the betrayer is betrayed, doubly—his very human body sweats, flushes, his face a mess all over; his heart erupts, pulses in his chest like a series of earthquakes: the very earth of him shaken to the core, overcome and sick with a sentiment that is so very human and cannot be human at all because it is too much—it cannot he held, be contained, but flows out of him until the tips of his wing feathers tremble, a soft shaking Aziraphale will see in the slim shadow on the wall.
The double betrayal is achieved, when the flow ignites all his senses and he is set afire with Aziraphale’s fingertips on his lips, that heavenly mouth on his cheek, seeking heat and taste on the inside of Crowley’s lips—dry catching wet, and like the way Aziraphale’s tongue melts on the soft, warm flesh of Crowley’s inner lower lip, Crowley’s soul melts too: forward, his folding dark wings enfolded in Aziraphale’s arms, his own sinning hands holding tight, clutching at Aziraphale’s back.
“Shhh, my dear,” Aziraphale murmurs to him, and it sounds like a hiss in the darkness of the room, “shhh. You did well. You did a good thing.”
A demon, a fallen angel, saying I love you, to an angel, a good thing? Crowley lacks the head to argue, lacks the sense of anything when Aziraphale pulls back from the kiss and his lips are berry red. He says, “Angel,” endearment and calling at once, breathless, staring into those eyes that bear the sky.
After another beat, another breath, Aziraphale blinks, his eyes caught on Crowley’s mouth. He says, “And I am about to do a very bad thing,” hushed, the heat of his breath like hellfire on Crowley’s wet lips.
“A very bad thing indeed. May I be damned for it,” Aziraphale rumbles. There is a quiet delight in his voice, like he’s found something, understood something he didn’t before: and when he leans back in he whispers, “What a beautiful demon,” in between another kiss, soft, lingering, and deep, “I could not have loved anybody else, anything else,” the sincere conviction in his voice burns the remaining doubt in the back of Crowley’s head.
As Crowley opens his eyes, he surrenders his whole being to the clutch of Heaven: and Aziraphale stares back at him, like in all his existence he never wanted anything but the burnt sin in Crowley’s eyes.
This is beautiful!!!! I love every single word!!!!
Why not title my drawing for once. Parts still bother me, but it’s good enough. It’s ALWAYS going to bother me no matter how much I work on it cuz that be art, you know? Enjoy all the references :V
Going to edit the speedpaint at some point of time. Yes, this whole thing was recorded (using CSP’s timelapse option, though it’s on 3 separate files because I had to keep saving and deleting the old timelapse and starting a “new” one to make room because the file would be like 7-8 million Kb, and my computer did not like 4 million Kb. When will that come out? When I find a new editing program.
mary oliver flare \ anne sextion a self-portrait in letters \ joseph lorusso \ leonard cohen lover lover lover \ anne sexton a self-portrait in letters \ barbara kroll \ anne sexton eighteen days without you: love poems \ celia paul
This is my second time doing the Big Bang and it was just as fun. This was a great opportunity to try out my new style.
Thank you to @shalnarkonice for writing an amazingly fun fic. I’m a big fan of your writing and this fic was no exception, I can never get enough of Komugi and Meruem.
Congratulations to everyone else who participated and I look forward to seeing the finished works!
