Anthony J. Crowley (
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And so, he lets out a long exhale. ]
Felix, I've known you for far too long to be disappointed in you. I'm not expecting anything, nor am I your shackles.
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Finally he does shift, moving his hand away to instead curl his arm over the demon's chest. He sits up just slightly, looking down at Crowley's face. His own is kind of a mess, but the following deserves the honesty.]
Let's not make promises, except for this. We both know that we have no control over how and when this will end, and when that happens...[He pauses, swallowing around knives]...there will be no regrets. No mourning.
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Can't promise the no mourning thing, you know me too well enough for that, Felix. But as for no regrets? I'm sure we can manage that, between us.
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Wishful thinking on my part. [He knows that's true. He couldn't have stopped himself from mourning, either.] But, yes, that part I can do. Starting now.
[Another kiss, this time, just a light one. This time to seal the agreement.] For now...I'm here.
[Whether that means the bed, the room, or something greater does seem to matter much in the scheme of things at the moment. Felix shifts once more, slipping more comfortably to lay on his side, moulded to the lines of Crowley's body as much as he possibly can. The strangest part is that he feels safer than he can ever remember, despite the tenuousness of everything. Maybe that was because he has little else left to hide.]
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[Just a little levity, something to show that though things have changed, they also...haven't. They are still them, and nothing can really change that.
He settles into the bed, into just lying here, comfortable, a weight off his shoulders. The dread is still there, but it's been made a little less. He can, at least for now, relax a little. His fingers move to thread absently through Felix's hair, an attempt at a comforting gesture. ]