"Well?" he repeats, incredulity slipping through the smile in his voice. His other arm goes around Crowley's waist as well, so that they nearly overlap on his chest.
"It's... there aren't words. I never dreamed that anything like this existed; all my expressions are far too weak. The colours, the way it moves, the scope of it. I've never seen anything, ever, to equal it."
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Date: 2008-12-04 05:47 am (UTC)"It's... there aren't words. I never dreamed that anything like this existed; all my expressions are far too weak. The colours, the way it moves, the scope of it. I've never seen anything, ever, to equal it."