Ineffable

Telephone

Aziraphale's POV

I feel ever so bad for leaving him so suddenly like that. I hope he's alright.

What am I saying? Crowley loves me. This demon that I loved for at least five thousand years, and he doesn't even know what the feeling is, bless him. But what do I say? Something like this could...Well, I don't know what it would do.

I settle down in my comfortable armchair, trying to calm myself as I scan the spines of books around me. But of course it doesn't work.

"Yes, alright, I'll do that one too. My treat."

"Stopping you from getting into trouble!"

"Animals don't kill each other with clever machines, Angel, only humans do that."

"We can go off together!"

"But we can run away together!"

"A little demonic miracle of my own. Lift home?"

"I'll give you a lift. Anywhere you wanna go."

"Stuff happened. I lost my best friend."

"You can stay at my place...if you like?"

"Always around you."

It shouldn't be possible.
It's not possible.
Maybe...maybe this is one of his jokes. Maybe he knows what he's describing and it's a ridiculous attempt to wind me up. An angel and a demon falling in love with one another. It's impossible.

Crowley's POV

I fix my car once more and drive to my place. I do the usual thing, you know, tending to my plants, ironing my clothes...but nothing stops me from thinking about him.

Should I call him?
Oh yeah, because that will go so well.
'Hello Aziraphale, just wanted to tell you that you're the love of my life. Cheers. Bye.'

I'll just wait. I nod at my radio in the living room, and one of my favourite Darkness songs plays. I hum the lyrics, then realise...I've got a great idea.

Aziraphale's POV

I feel my heart go into leaps and bounds when my telephone rings.
Springing up as quickly as possible, I rush over and, with a trembling hand, pick up the phone.

"Hello?" A familiar voice sighs.

"Crowley! What a surprise!"
All hopes of not sounding flustered just flew out the window.

"Yeah, it most definitely is." I chuckle anxiously. "Um, are you busy?"

"No...No! Not really, no. Are you?"

"Would I be calling you if I was?"

"Oh, that depends. Depends on the situation, really, I know I would." I laugh anxiously. "Crowley, I've been meaning to tell you something."

"No Aziraphale," I almost flinch at the seriousness of his tone, and take a second to place the phone against my chest and take a deep breath.
"Look, erm," He continues. "I can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel.
It's like...my heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel.
But I believe in a thing called...l-love and now I listen to the rhythm of...my heart." His voice gets more and more fragile. "I...What I'm trying to say is-"

"You don't have to say it-!" I blurt out, butterflies filling my chest. "Oh, Crowley, I never knew you could be so poetic, I'm so sorry I left you so suddenly earlier. I knew you...it came clear to me that you had feelings for me, and that...well, it scared me because I-I love you back and--"

I can feel his smile radiating through the speaker. "You do?!"

"Of course I do, you silly!"

There'a a moment of awkward silence as I feel breathless.

"So...what happens now?"