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The new life settling rather well with the two, the Angel and the Demon.
But with it all, the comfort of being just the two of them, a group of two, brought also an inherit feeling of danger, of fear. Not just from the outside, those they had left behind, Heaven and Hell, but also the fear of loosing the other, the fear of not being enough for one’s partner.
The helplessness from said feelings consuming, sometimes.
Crowley bearing the bulk of it as it turned out, him being the one more insecure in their relationship.
Despite the ensuring words from his Angel, especially after their love making, the Demon lately, having burst into tears. Crowley crying his little heart out in the warm, naked arms of his lover, his, Angel.
“It’s okay love, I’ve got you.”
Aziraphale held him, keeping Crowley close to his chest while cooing soft and assuring words of love to the Demon. Aziraphale not as sure as to what had elicited these, bouts of crying.
As their sex life was perfection in the Angel’s mind, as was heir life in general. Nothing really a miss, with the two finally really together. Openly so.
“Love, please tell me what is wrong.” Aziraphale tried.
“I… dunno. It’s just that I… “ Crowley wasn’t sure if he even dared to share his fears to his partner.
Aziraphale was gently cradling Crowley’s face in his hands, their eyes locking.
“You can tell me anything love. Anything. You know that.”
“It’s stupid really.” Crowley sniffed, willing away his tears.
“No, your feelings aren’t stupid at all. And even if it might stupid or whatever else you think they are, you know you can tell me anything. I am here for you.”
Crowley swallowed audibly. Blinking his tear filled eyes, while starting at his Angel.
“I’m scared, Angel.”
His voice hardly audible as he said it. But, that was it. Simple as that. Crowley having admitted as much to Aziraphale. The fact that he was scared.
Aziraphale could only stare at Crowley. Several spells passing, when the realisation hitting him.
Crowley was telling him how he felt. What he felt. And that, being fear.
Aziraphale was glad Crowley had finally opened up to him, but it was surprising to hear this, from the Demon, these kinds of feelings having taken over. Alas, it was Aziraphale’s duty to try to elevate those fears, to make Crowley feel better.
“It’s all good, my love. As sometimes, I am scared too, love.”
“You are?” A surprise for sure to Crowley.
“Yes. But it’s alright. For we two can be scared, together.”
Somehow the very sentiment eased Crowley’s pain like nothing else could have.
As indeed, the two of them could be anything and everything, but together. Even scared, but somehow, knowing Aziraphale to had fears, made Crowley feel all better.