Remember this moment. Brand it into your soul forever. You had found your own corner of the universe, there on the cusp of constellations, behind the rings of a colossal planet hanging in the void like an amethyst orb. You were hiding, and it was a sweet, forbidden fruit. And as you sought salvation in each other, eternity itself began to die and be reborn behind your backs. Silent, majestic flashes illuminated your profiles for an instant—perhaps the birth cry of a new star, or the death rattle of an old one. That light had traveled for millions of years just to illuminate this moment, this kiss.

The kiss. Spontaneous and unexpected. He couldn't remember who made the first move. It was as if space itself had contracted between them, pulling Crowley in like one lost particle to another. And all the explosions ceased. Or rather, they moved inward. A quiet, cataclysmic Big Bang beneath his cheekbones, in his chest, at the very tips of his fingers. This wasn't a kiss—it was a fall. Not into an abyss, no. Into something new. Something warm, terrifying, and intoxicating. Their kiss was a silent rebellion. They thought they were hiding from Gabriel behind the planets, but they were hiding from all of creation, busy making their own. They were living proof that the most beautiful chaos is born from love.

Crowley's soft hands cradled Aziraphale's face, his thumbs holding onto the angel's flushed cheeks as if he feared that if he let go, the blue-eyed principality would leave forever. The kiss was the very embodiment of tenderness, a sincere love for this perfect angel, Aziraphale. So proper compared to the others, yet with something uniquely compelling that set him apart.