Hell’s Secret Ch 4!
Chapter four is up!
Crowley and Aziraphale try to avoid the Devil as he searches for Crowley. Also, Crowley cries because Aziraphale loves him, okay?!
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In the quiet of their private hostel room, Crowley filled his glass with a second round of scotch. The small noises of it – the pop of opening the bottle, the plss of liquid against glass, the soft thump of the bottle returning to the floor – felt unordinarly loud.
There were no sounds from outside. No sounds from the body next to him either. Crowley thought Aziraphale wasn't breathing. When he turned to look at the angel, he saw he guessed true.
Normally, they're both good at passing for human. They've had a lot of practice, after all. There's a sense of mimicry involved – not just wearing the body as a suit but ensuring it moves in natural ways. When there's no breath, when blinks don't happen, it can freak a human out. They can sense when something is only acting human. The trick to going unnoticed on Earth was making them think you were one.
Crowley supposed this was a first – shocking Aziraphale enough to make him forgot to perform actions that were second nature to them now.
"Aziraphale?" he asked softly. Uncertain.
Aziraphale blinked, body becoming human again.
"Sorry, dearest. I had to… process." He reached out and placed a hand on Crowley's knee. "I have questions. Lots of questions, all of which will keep. But I'm staying, Crowley. Knowing more about your past doesn't change the being I've known and loved for thousands of years."
Crowley surged across the inches between them, scotch glass falling to the floor in his desperation to kiss Aziraphale senseless. He allowed himself only a few seconds, they didn't want to be caught unaware by the Devil, but he had to show Aziraphale just how much those words meant to him.