I sat down to write a little bit (@gaslightgallows it's your fault, you kick-started my brain to write a little continuation to 'Too Late'), and maybe I shouldn't listen to Taylor Swift while writing LIKE WAS I POSESSED??
In the earlier nights it had been enough to just stay like this and cherish the presence he'd nearly lost. It had been enough to memorise the patterns in his demon's breath, the little sounds from the back of his throat, the twitches of his lithe body, subconscious clench of fingers on Aziraphale's arm, small adjustments tightening the serpent's hold on him. It had been enough to watch his beloved's face scrunch and relax through his journey in the dreamscape, to witness his groggy pull to wakefulness, catch the hitch in his breath upon realising that they were together, trace the lines of his smile as it blissfully chased away a carefully avoided shadow of doubt. It had been enough to give him a quiet reassurance with every reverent meeting of lips, with every small kiss mapping out the lines of his sharp-edged features softening under the affection.
...yes, it's gonna be titled with a lyric from Evermore, I am in a mood.
