Well, well, well– the angel has finally grown a backbone, and Crowley is most certainly paying for his contribution in that development. Because he definitely gives himself credit for all the terrible things that might happen in the world, and if Aziraphale realizing that he can single-handedly render his demonic beloved a complete and entire mess with just a few words isn’t the most innocent sort of evil–
“Flirting. No, yeah, right– all the time.” He’s not wrong, and as the initial panic subsides in Crowley’s mind, he allows the angel to draw his attention. “It’s just a, uh, new look for you.” Not a bad one by any means, though.
He hesitates to reach out and touch– afraid he won’t be able to bring himself to stop– and the most contact his fingers make is gently, against the back of Aziraphale’s hand. For all his showmanship and bluster, Crowley never really expected the angel to give into him. Not like this.
“You know I can’t be any good for you.” His weak, uninspired attempts to do what is actually right. Which is, naturally, to convince Aziraphale that investing anything in him is an absolute mistake. As much as he’s always wanted it, it isn’t fair to the angel– but he does want it, and so much so by this point. “I’m a demon, by definition, can’t be good.”
“Well-- yes-- that is the point. A new look-- a whole new life. We’ve got to look out for one another now. Both sides consider us enemies, and the moment they learn how we duped them, the moment things get serious.” He let out an agitated huff as Crowley attempted to thwart his affections. Affections he so desperately wanted, as evidenced by the centuries of flirting.
“Neither of us are good or bad anymore-- we’ve deviated from the norm, we’ve changed-- become more human-- whatever excuse you prefer.”
Aziraphale looked into those serpentine eyes-- those utterly captivating eyes. Orbs. Whatever. It hardly mattered to him what was good or bad-- what mattered was listening to the little voice inside himself that had been screaming in futility for the past few decades. Ever since the church-- since Crowley helped him whilst asking for nothing in return.
“You’re the only one I trust in this world, Crowley. That must count for something.” He pleaded softly.
