Eyes Part 5
Crowley was beginning to wonder about the state of their relationship. He'd been living with Aziraphale for nearly ten years and they'd actually shared a bed for nearly half of that time. They quite often went to bed curled up together, Crowley resting his head on Aziraphale's chest. It seemed, though, that Aziraphale was still perfectly content to leave everything entirely platonic. Perhaps the angel just didn't feel the same way about him. And then there was the little voice in his head that told him that this was all only because Aziraphale felt sorry for him and that if he ever regained his sight, he'd be kicked to the curb. He tried very hard to ignore that voice.
There was a knock on the shop door that Crowley wasn't expecting. Aziraphale was actually out of town for a few days at some kind of conference for book sellers. He'd started taking actually running a business rather seriously over the last year or so. Crowley got within earshot of whoever might be outside.
"Sign says we're closed." He said loudly.
"It's me, Crowley." A very familiar voice said on the other side of the door. Crowley chuckled and then went to open the door, revealing Madame Tracy on the other side.
"Come on in." Crowley gestured for her to come in. "Can I take your coat?"
"Why thank you." She said as she stepped inside. She removed her coat and held it out for a second before making sure to touch Crowley's hand. Crowley took the coat and managed to get it onto the coat rack by the door pretty easily. "How are you doing, dear?"
"I'm fine." He started to walk back toward the back room of the shop. "Can I get you some tea?"
"I...well...yes. Just cream, dear." Madame Tracy was a little interested to see how he'd do that. And he solved the problem by simply snapping his fingers and miracling up the cup of tea.
"Did Aziraphale send you to check on me?" Crowley asked as he took a seat in Aziraphale's chair.
"He didn't send me, per se." Madame Tracy replied as she took a seat on the couch across from him. "He simply expressed his concern about you being here all by yourself."
"And you took it upon yourself to alleviate his concerns." It was said, not asked. Madame Tracy sipped her tea and nodded.
"Precisely." She should have known he'd see right through her visit.
"Well, you can tell him that I'm doing perfectly fine. For the most part." He wrinkled his nose a bit. Madame Tracy set down her tea cup and leaned forward a little bit.
"What do you mean, for the most part love?" She asked. Crowley sighed heavily.
"When he's here, I can concentrate on him. Just him. His smell, the little hums he makes when his tea is particularly good. His voice. That kind of thing." Crowley shifted a bit in his seat. "When he's not....I can hear everything. The sounds the building makes, the people outside. It's hard to concentrate."
Madame Tracy got up and walked over to put a hand on his shoulder. "That tends to happen when you live with someone for so long, dear. And when you love someone." She'd seen it almost as soon as she'd met the two of them. Crowley put a hand over Madame Tracy's and smiled a little, but it wasn't quite as bright as usual. "What is it, love?" She squeezed his shoulder.
"I'm just not sure that the feelings are mutual." He shrugged a little. Madame Tracy squeezed his shoulder again.
"He does love you, Crowley. Very much. And I'm sure he shows it every day. In his own way." She smiled.
"We've shared a bed for nearly five years and not even a wandering hand." Crowley made a face as he said it. Madame Tracy laughed.
"So you're worried about the fact that he hasn't tried to get into your pants, is that it?" She asked. Crowley nodded. "Well then, love. Have you considered the possibility that he's waiting for you to make the first move? Given everything that's happened."
Crowley opened his mouth to say something and then shut it again. He hadn't even thought about that. What if Aziraphale was waiting for him to make a move? Waiting to see if Crowley was actually interested that kind of relationship. He slumped into his chair a little bit and made a face again.
"That's what I thought." Madame Tracy said with another chuckle. "So when he gets home, you should let him know that that is what you want. And then see what happens."
"Right. And I know exactly what to do." Crowley said with a grin. They spent the rest of the evening drinking tea and talking about what was to come.
There was a knock on the shop door that Crowley wasn't expecting. Aziraphale was actually out of town for a few days at some kind of conference for book sellers. He'd started taking actually running a business rather seriously over the last year or so. Crowley got within earshot of whoever might be outside.
"Sign says we're closed." He said loudly.
"It's me, Crowley." A very familiar voice said on the other side of the door. Crowley chuckled and then went to open the door, revealing Madame Tracy on the other side.
"Come on in." Crowley gestured for her to come in. "Can I take your coat?"
"Why thank you." She said as she stepped inside. She removed her coat and held it out for a second before making sure to touch Crowley's hand. Crowley took the coat and managed to get it onto the coat rack by the door pretty easily. "How are you doing, dear?"
"I'm fine." He started to walk back toward the back room of the shop. "Can I get you some tea?"
"I...well...yes. Just cream, dear." Madame Tracy was a little interested to see how he'd do that. And he solved the problem by simply snapping his fingers and miracling up the cup of tea.
"Did Aziraphale send you to check on me?" Crowley asked as he took a seat in Aziraphale's chair.
"He didn't send me, per se." Madame Tracy replied as she took a seat on the couch across from him. "He simply expressed his concern about you being here all by yourself."
"And you took it upon yourself to alleviate his concerns." It was said, not asked. Madame Tracy sipped her tea and nodded.
"Precisely." She should have known he'd see right through her visit.
"Well, you can tell him that I'm doing perfectly fine. For the most part." He wrinkled his nose a bit. Madame Tracy set down her tea cup and leaned forward a little bit.
"What do you mean, for the most part love?" She asked. Crowley sighed heavily.
"When he's here, I can concentrate on him. Just him. His smell, the little hums he makes when his tea is particularly good. His voice. That kind of thing." Crowley shifted a bit in his seat. "When he's not....I can hear everything. The sounds the building makes, the people outside. It's hard to concentrate."
Madame Tracy got up and walked over to put a hand on his shoulder. "That tends to happen when you live with someone for so long, dear. And when you love someone." She'd seen it almost as soon as she'd met the two of them. Crowley put a hand over Madame Tracy's and smiled a little, but it wasn't quite as bright as usual. "What is it, love?" She squeezed his shoulder.
"I'm just not sure that the feelings are mutual." He shrugged a little. Madame Tracy squeezed his shoulder again.
"He does love you, Crowley. Very much. And I'm sure he shows it every day. In his own way." She smiled.
"We've shared a bed for nearly five years and not even a wandering hand." Crowley made a face as he said it. Madame Tracy laughed.
"So you're worried about the fact that he hasn't tried to get into your pants, is that it?" She asked. Crowley nodded. "Well then, love. Have you considered the possibility that he's waiting for you to make the first move? Given everything that's happened."
Crowley opened his mouth to say something and then shut it again. He hadn't even thought about that. What if Aziraphale was waiting for him to make a move? Waiting to see if Crowley was actually interested that kind of relationship. He slumped into his chair a little bit and made a face again.
"That's what I thought." Madame Tracy said with another chuckle. "So when he gets home, you should let him know that that is what you want. And then see what happens."
"Right. And I know exactly what to do." Crowley said with a grin. They spent the rest of the evening drinking tea and talking about what was to come.
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