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Crowley – he doesn’t make a single sound. Almost doesn’t breathe at all. Is this what humans feel like in churches, when they drop their eyes to the ground and respect the silence by speaking in murmurs? He reverently presses his lips to the delicate skin in the crook of the angel’s elbow, and it feels like a prayer.
He chances a glance up, sees nothing but the taut lines of Aziraphale’s bare neck as the angel keeps his face turned away from him. Not disgust, then – permission. Permission to touch, as long as Aziraphale doesn’t have to bear witness to it.🔶
Crowley notices a little quirk Aziraphale has - sometimes, the angel will keep his eyes closed and refuse to acknowledge what's happening around him.
At times, he does it when there's something he doesn't want to see.
Other times, when he's indulging in something he's not supposed to.
