Dancing With The Stars

Hatred

Stupid, that's what that outing was.
Well, maybe not the restaurant part, but the planetarium part was stupid. Crowley wished he had never agreed to visiting the planetarium.
"Should have burnt down that planetarium while I had the chance." He snarled, drinking straight from the bottle of alcohol he had in his hand. "That Galaxy should have never even existed, it's useless." Crowley swung his legs around as he laid down on the couch, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.
"I don't understand what's got you all worked up my dear boy." Aziraphale watched Crowley warily as if he was about to start another fire. "And at least drink your alcohol from a glass." Crowley opened one eye and stared at the Angel.
"I don't own glasses, I own bottles of whatever alcohol I can get." He said flatly, almost immediately regretting speaking to Aziraphale in that tone. Aziraphale sighed, snapping his fingers, a wine glass appearing in his hand.
"Pour some into this glass and then I'm putting away that bottle." He said, handing Crowley the glass. Crowley grunted and took it, pouring as much alcohol as he could into the glass. Aziraphale took the bottle once Crowley was done and put it away with the rest of the alcohol.
"Now, will you tell me something? You and Micaiah were so close, I don't understand why you're behaving like this." The Angel say down next to Crowley, keeping his gaze on him.
"Right, them" Crowley said icily, glaring at a spot on the floor. "We weren't friendsssss, I wasssss forced to work with them on a sssssstupid galaxy becausssssse they were too incompetent to do it by themsssssselvesssss." The Demon didn't particularly care that he was hissing his s's, he didn't care about much right now.
"But you were always toge-"
"Drop it angel." Crowley cut Aziraphale off, gulping down their glass of alcohol.
"Right, sorry dear boy." Aziraphale nodded slightly, shifting his gaze to look at the floor. Crowley let out a groan as he sat up, unconsciously shifting himself a bit closer to Aziraphale.
"Don't apologize angel, you only mean well." He tilted his head back, chosing to stare at the ceiling instead.
"I want to understand why you hate Micaiah so much, I'm surprised you even remember them, you don't seem to remember anybody." Aziraphale let out a soft chuckle.
"I remember you, obviously, I chose to not talk about anybody that I do remember." Crowley tilted his head down so he could look at Aziraphale.
"I understand, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Aziraphale nodded, also turning his head so he could look at Crowley. Crowley opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind and shut it firmly and looked down. Why was it so hard to maintain eye contact with his angel for long periods of time?
"Crowley? Are you okay?" Aziraphale sounded slightly worried.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm alright angel, no need to worry." Crowley grinned, forcing himself to look back at Aziraphale.
"Did you hear what I said?" Aziraphale asked, accidentally placing his hand right next to Crowleys.
"Er- yes?" Crowley squinted, did he say something that Crowley didn't catch or was he talking about not needing to say anything?
"Good, please keep that in mind." Aziraphale looked around Crowleys apartment space like he had never been there before. Crowley nodded, staring at Aziraphale while the Angel was looking elsewhere.
He had so many questions he wanted to ask him but never got the courage to. Why was he still with him? Why wouldn't he just leave? What did he see in him that he thought was 'good'? Clearly he wasn't 'good' enough for heaven. Crowley snorted, why did he care about what heaven thought about him? He somehow managed to keep Aziraphale, he just only wished he had the courage to confess.
"Crowley?" Aziraphale turned to look at Crowley, who shifted his gaze away to make it look he he hadn't been staring.
"Yes angel?" Crowley glanced at Aziraphale.
"Why did it seem like you couldn't see anything I was pointing at?" Aziraphale sounded genuinely curious, which slightly surprised Crowley.
"I thought you knew, I can't see the stars from Earth, or from any point." Crowley shrugged, staring aggressively at the floor.
"You can't? What do you mean you can't?" The Angel sounded horrified, like he just leaned people don't read books anymore.
"For 6,000 years I haven't seen the stars, or even the moon for that matter, the sky looks just like it did before I created the stars." Crowley hummed, trying to sound like he didn't actually care that he couldn't see them but failing miserably. Curse his voice for cracking at the worst possible time.
"Oh my dear boy, I'm so sorry." He was suddenly being hugged. Aziraphale had wrapped both his arms around Crowley in a light hug. Crowley froze, not knowing how to react, but eventually accepting the hug and relaxing.
" 'ts okay, had it coming for me I suppose." He grunted, feeling like his own words were getting caught in his throat.
"That's just terrible, you love the stars, why would they take that away from you?" Aziraphale stared at Crowley, his gaze soft and kind. Crowley looked down and then back up again.
"Heaven didn't like me, and they certainly didn't like me when I was on the opposite side of the great war." He frowned, trying his best to not sound too annoyed so Aziraphale wouldn't stop hugging him.
"But taking away your stars? That's just horrible, I'm so sorry Crowley dear." Aziraphale hugged Crowley even tighter, who hesitantly hugged Aziraphale back after a very long time of thinking about it. The two stayed that way for a good chunk of time. Crowley didn't mind, he might have lost the stars but he still has his own star right in his arms.