Crowley didn’t blush easily. He’d argue it was because he had no shame, But Aziraphale knew better. He knew it was because they’d known each other so long that nothing embarrassed them anymore.
Sometimes Aziraphale tried to cheekily push him to see what he could get away with. After so many years of keeping that part of his personality hidden, he could appreciate letting Crowley experience it.
They were curled up in bed, their skin cooling, when Aziraphale whispered in Crowley’s ear. His yellow eyes widened and a telltale flush painted his cheeks.
how do i tell if im pale for this guy, or just pity red??
Flushed pity is about mating fondness; that feeling of deep emotion, of idolization, of practical worship of your partner. Feeling they can do no wrong (though perhaps not literally), and thinking about the fun you two could have together (sexually or otherwise). Sexual attraction is obviously a big distinction if that's a thing for you. Feeling attracted to them as if they were a magnet; fucking adoring them. You have a need to impress them, you want them to like you, you want to give off a good appearance; you want to be adored and worshiped in return. You want to shower them with gifts so that they're flustered by you, and loved. You'd like to go on whirlwind romance with them.
Moirallegiance on the other hand is about being a realist. Seeing the shittiness of a troll's life and their faults and wanting to do everything you can to put the pieces back together. Moiraillegiance is about being the one who sticks it through, knowing just how ugly shit can get and staying anyway, because this troll means so much to you that you would do anything to protect them from others or from themselves. You don't just tolerate their worst faults, you desire to know their worst faults; you don't want to be impressed by them, nor do you feel a need to impress them-- you simply want to see the real them, all of them in their entirety, for all they are worth. You want to sink into the deepest crevices of their soul, know them inside and out, become the electrician climbing into their thinksponge and sorting out their most tangled wires. Moirallegiance is about wanting to be by someone's side no matter what, both because you have a deep desire to know every inch of them and protect and soothe them, and because you know they'd do the same for you. You don't have to save face, you trust them with the ugliest parts of yourself; and hope they feel the same way about untangling your issues as you do theirs.
"A matespritship is a fantastic vacation; a moirallegiance is a safe home."
Author: Autobot2001
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: E
Warning: None
pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC)
Description: Jamie is sick with a cold, but past trauma causes Drift to struggle to leave Jamie's side even though he knows she'll sleep all day.
Day 10;
@fluffyfebruary: care
@fluffbruary: flush
Crosshairs is up at six in the morning. He's gotten into a routine of using the gym in the house. He has found this helps him a little, and he should get back to working out more often. Crosshairs has been more focused on Jamie and worries about leaving her, even if she's with Drift or other friends. Crosshairs and Drift know this isn't healthy for them, but it's hard not to worry about Jamie.
Drift is also up early. He knows what Crosshairs has been doing at six in the morning.
"Come downstairs with me," insists Crosshairs as Drift opens the windows and deck door curtains.
"No, I—" Drift stops and walks towards the bed. Crosshairs also sees Jamie's flushed face, "she's warm."
The two know about human illness and care for Jamie when sick. They don't like seeing her sick.
"She'll be asleep for a while. Join me for a workout, then cook soup."
Drift sighs and agrees. He gets changed in the bathroom, and the two go downstairs.
The two have a nice forty-minute workout and shower downstairs. The two inform their friends Jamie is sick and that Drift will make soup.
Jamie is awake when Crosshairs walks into the room. Judging from her behavior, he knows she's been sick but disregarded it. He also discovers she has a low-grade fever. Just adds to feeling uncomfortable. He knows Jamie doesn't want to get out of bed, but the living room would be a better place for her. Jamie whimpers as Crosshairs picks her up with her blankets.
Crosshairs knows he made Jamie feel worse as he lies her on the sectional. He gets her as comfortable as possible.
He puts the TV on to something Jamie will like. Aware she'll fall asleep.
"She has a cold with a fever," Crosshairs tells Drift as he sits on a stool at the island, "which means she's been sick for a few days already. She probably had a sore throat. Now, her nose is starting. I put her in the living room."
Drift knows Jamie will be asleep most of the day, and Crosshairs would sit by her without being asked.
The two get their breakfast once the soup is cooking in the slow cooker. They know Jamie won't want anything. Not even hot tea.
Drift checks on Jamie after breakfast. As Crosshairs thought, Jamie is asleep.
"You really should go do something," Crosshairs insists.
"You both should," they hear Cogman, "she'll be asleep for several hours. You two need to take care of yourselves."
Cogman knows why Crosshairs and Drift overworry and can't blame them.
Crosshairs joins Drift in his onsen. Both because he's unsure what else to do and everything he worries about Drift not taking the time to relax.
"I know she has a cold. Nothing related to the damn chemical in her blood, but…"
"I know, after coming so close to losing her, it's hard not to worry. We need to work on that. She has a cold. Even if it turns into the flu, she'll be ok."
Drift leans on Crosshairs, who puts an arm around his shoulder.
They relax in the onsen for half an hour. They return to the living room, even though Jamie is still asleep. The two sit in the sectional. Leaving space between them and her.
"I thought you two would be longer," Cogman whispers.
"No," Drift replies.
"You know why, Cogman," they hear Vivian. The silver human-sized mech leaves the room, "I know you two worry, but you have to take care of yourselves."
Vivian puts a hand on both their shoulders, looks at Jamie, and leaves, knowing she can't make them leave.
The two relax on the sectional, waiting for Jamie to wake up. Hoping she'll want to eat.
Strangers are whispering
Kiss the ring
Miss the thing, they want to say
Too busy talking, gawking to pay
Missed attention, got detention
Failed memory retention
Recall? If you will,
The burning in your ear
Hear the hush tones
Read the words written on your phones
Heed the thoughts inside of your head
Not the ones when you’re in bed
The wind is whispering
Tickling your sunlit ears
It too will pass beneath the coming cold front
And wake to fog and rain clouds
Ever watchful of lightning and funnel clouds
Not funnel cones
No broken funny bones
Let it burn, and words will fade
Like bonfire ashes
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It’s the next day, and Lift is fighting again, this time with Flush. I upped the frequency of food distribution after that one, because I noticed they always fight by their food bowl, so maybe they’re hungry. I don’t know. I’m a cat person.