( gosh look don't judge him, it's not his fault there are similarities!
and wow so bitter Crowley!!! but Aoba doesn't have anything better to call it—some things are meant to be, it feels like. it's not out of any religious fervor or some kind of faith but... merely thinking that chance isn't everything.
it's nothing to linger over. Crowley talks about swearing on that desire and Aoba peeks up again, blinking a few times at the prospect. swearing on it... that's a promise. )
Mm. ( a gentle noise of agreement as he reaches up to brush his fingers through the man's bangs with affection, ) I'd like that.
( maybe Crowley would be more at ease if he knew the kind of guys Aoba ends up interested in—or maybe even more concerned, given his questionable taste, who knows. he is, perhaps fortunately, perhaps unfortunately, not the kind of guy to be distracted from those he cares about based on things like what they are. )
Then... it's a promise. I'll see you again.
( and he laughs in that same gentle way, teasing a lock of hair between the pads of his index finger and thumb. )
Not that I'm done seeing you now.
( not by a long shot. maybe two days wouldn't be so impossible after all...? when did he start thinking this way? studying Crowley's eyes, he continues to tease the man's hair between his fingers, idle little touches. )
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and wow so bitter Crowley!!! but Aoba doesn't have anything better to call it—some things are meant to be, it feels like. it's not out of any religious fervor or some kind of faith but... merely thinking that chance isn't everything.
it's nothing to linger over. Crowley talks about swearing on that desire and Aoba peeks up again, blinking a few times at the prospect. swearing on it... that's a promise. )
Mm. ( a gentle noise of agreement as he reaches up to brush his fingers through the man's bangs with affection, ) I'd like that.
( maybe Crowley would be more at ease if he knew the kind of guys Aoba ends up interested in—or maybe even more concerned, given his questionable taste, who knows. he is, perhaps fortunately, perhaps unfortunately, not the kind of guy to be distracted from those he cares about based on things like what they are. )
Then... it's a promise. I'll see you again.
( and he laughs in that same gentle way, teasing a lock of hair between the pads of his index finger and thumb. )
Not that I'm done seeing you now.
( not by a long shot. maybe two days wouldn't be so impossible after all...? when did he start thinking this way? studying Crowley's eyes, he continues to tease the man's hair between his fingers, idle little touches. )