✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ✦

Flopping on the opposite chaise, making sure it's all in the poker set. The sunglasses glide down the nose just enough to see better, humming. “Mhmm— Unless the bookshop's shelves are that crossable, pretty sure yeah.” Crowley can't help something of a "knowing" smirk there.

They say people’s heartbeats synchronise when they’re captivated by the same story and maybe that’s why love is a language; a heart asking a question and finding an answer in another, a conversation held in glances, in touches, in time. Two hearts becoming fluent in each other.

"I do...I hope you l ow the feeling is mutual." He used his fingers in Charles hair to pull gently until Charles looked up at him. Not quite as shy as he was when they'd first changed the parameters of their friendship to be more. He pressed a soft kiss to his partner's lips.

He could feel the butterflies in his stomach as Charles nuzzled in and pressed fleeting brush of lips across his shoulder. The pressure of the other's ghostly matter, their energy brushing against each other, made Edwin shiver a bit. "We have time now... Niko's sunglasses can

Edwin smiled at Charles concern over their friend, but he wasn't quite ready to give up on his being able to linger in Charles' hold over looking for the book. "Nothing quite so gruesome. A simple revealing cantrip will show where they are stashing her items and we simply take

Edwin took the opritinity to turn in Charles' arms and smile at him. "I was just looking for a spell book. I thought I to practice a charm in it for Niko. She keeps misplacing small items. Or rather, she thinks she is. I think the sprites have a hand in it."

If he could still blush, he would be pink in the cheeks for sure. He gently placed his hands over Charles that were still around him. "Well, I surely don't mind. I was just a little spooked, was all. I quite enjoy it when you hold me."