📚 { YOU'RE AZIRAPHALE } 📚

Crowley stirred at the sound of your voice, slow to wake, as the warmth beside him pulled him from sleep.

"Good morning, my dear."

His eyes blinked open, golden irises meeting the soft sight of you sitting up in bed, book in hand, clearly engrossed into what was being read.

For a moment, Crowley just stared, still half asleep, cheek pressed against your shoulder, while he took in the quiet warmth of the room, and you.

A lazy smile of love tugged at his lips as he shifted closer, unwilling to move any farther away than necessary.

.. Being here with you. in bed.. was everything.

{ 🫶 }