rishnea:“Come up with something or I’ll…Ill never talk to you again!”Crowle
rishnea:“Come up with something or I’ll…Ill never talk to you again!”Crowley felt a shudder of terror force him out of his despairing reverie. He could feel the evil surging upwards towards them, ripping through earth and ethereal planes. Sheer power and rage weighing him down, like burning chains trying to drag him under. Brimstone burning in his throat, the demon knew he had to do something, anything to just give them a moment. A moment was all he could dare to hope for now, each minute, each second was snatched greedily. Before it had been about Eternity and another 6000 years between them. Now it was down to the wire and there many not be more then the few remaining minutes they had left on this earth together. But Aziraphale’s statement was ringing in his ears…The angels eyes glistened, the sword in his hand wavering a bit with nerves. He wasn’t giving up yet, how could Crowley?Scrambling to his feet, Crowley surged upward to Aziraphale, clinging a bit to his coat to gain balance for a split second before deciding it was now or never. Very possibly Never if it wasn’t going to be Now. He pressed his lips to the shocked being before him, still not quite upright and straining his neck to reach. A small trickle of hope leaked into Crowley’s mind as he felt Aziraphale soften and ever so gently, lean into this kiss. Ground still quaking under him, it had to end quickly, and their lips lost contact with a final soft press. Crowley breathed out shakily and forced out a small ‘Right then’, before forcing himself to stand fully. A growl in the back of his throat and arms thrust towards the sky, he began to pull every single ounce of power available to give them the moment they needed. -- source link
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