Promises
Crowley and Aziraphale were on a picnic, at Aziraphale's suggestion. A date. The first of many, many more. It was late evening – the first stars were appearing in the sky. Crowley laid back on the picnic blanket, looking up at the stars.
"Crowley… can you promise me something?" asked Aziraphale suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"Promise you'll stay with me as long as possible," said Aziraphale.
Crowley smiled. "I swear on my life."
Crowley reached for Aziraphale's hand. "Do you promise to stay too?"
"I promise. Forever, or as close to that as we both will live." A comfortable silence befell them. Crowley swore for just a second that he could the breeze rolling though the fields and every minute rustling of small creatures in the trees.
The moon had risen quite some time ago. The pair looked up at the sky together, the shallow light shining down on their faces. In his mind, Aziraphale said a silent prayer on the stars.
A prayer said on Alpha Centauri – the place they had made together.
Aziraphale wasn't sure who he was praying to. Not God. Not anymore. But he prayed all the same.
He never wanted to lose this man, be he a sinner or saint or something in between. Before meeting Crowley, he had seen all angels are pure and good and all demons as evil and bad. Then Crowley came into his life and turned everything upside down.
Crowley was a variable, a wild card, a grey area.
And Aziraphale loved him for it.
He said his silent prayer with a smile, hoping for as much time as possible with the man he loved. Unbeknownst to him Crowley was doing the exact same.