[Crowley tilts his face down and into Aziraphale's hand just slightly, but he lets Aziraphale slide the glasses from his face. Once he feels the arms slide off of his temples he opens his eyes, his golden slit-pupiled eyes marking him immediately as the same entity from the memories playing all around them, as if everything else didn't.
Of course, it's as his eyes open that Aziraphale leans forward and kisses him, and Crowley's eyes go wide. It's a gentle kiss, but there's so much behind it that Crowley melts with a quiet noise, all of the grief he's buttoned down over the last weeks pouring out in a tidal wave. It's everything he wanted.
But this was never how he wanted it.
Before the kiss goes on too long, Crowley reluctantly pulls back, savoring the last moments of contact before he opens his eyes again, the corner of his lips tilting sadly up.]
You need to get out of here, angel.
[It would be too easy for Aziraphale to get sucked into a cycle of remembering and forgetting, to waste away in this one square while the world goes to hell around them.]
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Of course, it's as his eyes open that Aziraphale leans forward and kisses him, and Crowley's eyes go wide. It's a gentle kiss, but there's so much behind it that Crowley melts with a quiet noise, all of the grief he's buttoned down over the last weeks pouring out in a tidal wave. It's everything he wanted.
But this was never how he wanted it.
Before the kiss goes on too long, Crowley reluctantly pulls back, savoring the last moments of contact before he opens his eyes again, the corner of his lips tilting sadly up.]
You need to get out of here, angel.
[It would be too easy for Aziraphale to get sucked into a cycle of remembering and forgetting, to waste away in this one square while the world goes to hell around them.]