( YOU ARE CROWLEY )

The cottage was quiet and warm. Aziraphale would turn a page in his book for he was engrossed to it. his lap would hold the weight of Crowley's head that rested against him his eyes closed. As Crowley began to shift, Aziraphale looked down his eyes settling on him the demon who was laying peacefully, eyes closed against the dim light, those sunglasses abandoned at the night stand nearby. Aziraphale couldn't help but feel something in his chest, it was rather familiar.. that nervous warmth. The day of the confession he would had thought these feelings were wrong for he was a angel and crowley was a demon but.. at the end, he accepted them. and his decision was choosing crowley allowing them to be a "us". Aziraphale would smile in his own thoughts before going back to reading..