eyes part 7
One thing that had been made very, very clear to Crowley over the last few days, since confessing his feelings for Aziraphale, was that with his vision gone, his other senses were extremely heightened. The sounds and the smells and the touches, it was all so much more intense. It made their nights together far more enjoyable than he thought possible. Crowley was almost certain that on at least one occasion he had actually left his body.
"Are you alright, dear?" Aziraphale asked, kissing Crowley's neck softly.
"I will be." Crowley said with a breathless chuckle. "I think you're trying to kill me, though."
"Kill you? Why on Earth would you think that?" Aziraphale said with a small smile.
"Just a hunch." Crowley laughed and wrapped his arms around his angel. Aziraphale rested his head on Crowley's chest and slid an arm around his middle.
"At least I'm trying to kill you in a pleasurable way, yes?" Aziraphale asked softly.
"This is definitely the way I want to go." Crowley nodded as he started to slowly stroke Aziraphale's hair.
"Good. Because all I want is for you to be happy." Aziraphale kissed Crowley's chest before laying his head on his shoulder again.
"I am ridiculously happy." Crowley said with a nod. He was happier than he could ever remember being. They just lay there quietly in each others arms for quite a long time. Aziraphale was certain that Crowley had fallen asleep when the demon tensed suddenly.
"What is it, dear?" Aziraphale sat up, looking at Crowley.
"I can hear someone downstairs." Crowley sat up and listened very carefully. He could hear someone trying to be quiet. Of course the rule was that if you were actually trying to be quiet, you were anything but. Aziraphale was about to protest when there was a loud crash of books hitting the floor.
"I'll go check who it is." He got up and grabbed his robe, slipping it on before started toward the stairs. He thought about grabbing something to act as a weapon but he didn't really need it.
"Please be careful." Crowley said quietly from the bed. Another moment in which he wished he had his sight.
Aziraphale made his way slowly down the stairs. He wasn't actively trying to be quiet so he managed to succeed in that at least. When he got down the stairs and noticed the shadow in the dark, he snapped his fingers and filled the room with bright, white light.
"What in Heaven's name are you doing here?" He asked as he walked over to Anathema who was trying to right the pile of books she knocked over.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were sleeping and I didn't want to bother you. There's something that I need to look for." She stopped what she was doing and stood straight up.
"All you had to do was ask, dear, but this couldn't have waited until morning?" He wrapped his robe a little tighter around him. There were parts of him that only Crowley got to see, after all.
"I'm not sure you want it to." She pulled a notepad out of the bag she had over her shoulder and held it out to Aziraphale. "Do you have this book? I thought I saw it a while back."
"Why yes, I do." Aziraphale nodded and went over to one of the bookshelves against the very back wall. It was a shelf that was positioned to be as undesirable to get to as possible. He looked over the books and then pulled down the one she'd indicated, then went back over and held it out to her. Anathema took the book and flipped through the pages until she came to the one she was looking for, holding the book back out to Aziraphale.
"We agreed not to actively look for a solution but if one presented itself, we'd discuss it, right?" She asked as she indicated the book. "A solution has presented itself." She smiled. Aziraphale took the book and started looking over the page that Anathema had turned to. His eyes went a bit wider as he continued to read.
"I do believe you're right." Aziraphale said with a smile.
"A solution to what?" Crowley asked from the stairs causing both of them to jump. Aziraphale closed the book and walked over to the stairs, taking Crowley's hand.
"A solution to your sight problem." Aziraphale said with a smile. He squeezed Crowley's hand gently. The smile faded when Crowley took his hand back and just kept his eyes straight ahead. He'd stopped attempting to look in anyone's general direction.
"No." Crowley shook his head. He very slowly turned and started to go back up the stairs.
"But Crowley...." Aziraphale started.
"It's a simple spell...." Anathema began. Crowley stopped on the stairs and this time did turn his head in their general direction.
"It's been too long. I've gotten used to this. To living like this. And spells have consequences. We don't know what could happen. Especially given what made me blind in the first place." His hand was gripping the railing very hard.
"I've been researching it. It's perfectly safe." Anathema said as she started to move toward the stairs.
"No magic is perfectly safe, Anathema. None." Crowley shook his head. "I'm not risking it." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I am not a problem to be solved. A puzzle to be put back together." He started back up the stairs. "Both of you need to just stop."
"Crowley..." Anathema started again and Aziraphale put a hand on her arm.
"Let him go." He said a bit sadly. "I appreciate your efforts but this obviously isn't what he wants." He held the book out to Anathema. "You can keep the book." He then turned and made his way back upstairs behind Crowley. After several minutes of just standing there completely confused, Anathema put the book in her bag and left.
"Are you alright, dear?" Aziraphale asked, kissing Crowley's neck softly.
"I will be." Crowley said with a breathless chuckle. "I think you're trying to kill me, though."
"Kill you? Why on Earth would you think that?" Aziraphale said with a small smile.
"Just a hunch." Crowley laughed and wrapped his arms around his angel. Aziraphale rested his head on Crowley's chest and slid an arm around his middle.
"At least I'm trying to kill you in a pleasurable way, yes?" Aziraphale asked softly.
"This is definitely the way I want to go." Crowley nodded as he started to slowly stroke Aziraphale's hair.
"Good. Because all I want is for you to be happy." Aziraphale kissed Crowley's chest before laying his head on his shoulder again.
"I am ridiculously happy." Crowley said with a nod. He was happier than he could ever remember being. They just lay there quietly in each others arms for quite a long time. Aziraphale was certain that Crowley had fallen asleep when the demon tensed suddenly.
"What is it, dear?" Aziraphale sat up, looking at Crowley.
"I can hear someone downstairs." Crowley sat up and listened very carefully. He could hear someone trying to be quiet. Of course the rule was that if you were actually trying to be quiet, you were anything but. Aziraphale was about to protest when there was a loud crash of books hitting the floor.
"I'll go check who it is." He got up and grabbed his robe, slipping it on before started toward the stairs. He thought about grabbing something to act as a weapon but he didn't really need it.
"Please be careful." Crowley said quietly from the bed. Another moment in which he wished he had his sight.
Aziraphale made his way slowly down the stairs. He wasn't actively trying to be quiet so he managed to succeed in that at least. When he got down the stairs and noticed the shadow in the dark, he snapped his fingers and filled the room with bright, white light.
"What in Heaven's name are you doing here?" He asked as he walked over to Anathema who was trying to right the pile of books she knocked over.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were sleeping and I didn't want to bother you. There's something that I need to look for." She stopped what she was doing and stood straight up.
"All you had to do was ask, dear, but this couldn't have waited until morning?" He wrapped his robe a little tighter around him. There were parts of him that only Crowley got to see, after all.
"I'm not sure you want it to." She pulled a notepad out of the bag she had over her shoulder and held it out to Aziraphale. "Do you have this book? I thought I saw it a while back."
"Why yes, I do." Aziraphale nodded and went over to one of the bookshelves against the very back wall. It was a shelf that was positioned to be as undesirable to get to as possible. He looked over the books and then pulled down the one she'd indicated, then went back over and held it out to her. Anathema took the book and flipped through the pages until she came to the one she was looking for, holding the book back out to Aziraphale.
"We agreed not to actively look for a solution but if one presented itself, we'd discuss it, right?" She asked as she indicated the book. "A solution has presented itself." She smiled. Aziraphale took the book and started looking over the page that Anathema had turned to. His eyes went a bit wider as he continued to read.
"I do believe you're right." Aziraphale said with a smile.
"A solution to what?" Crowley asked from the stairs causing both of them to jump. Aziraphale closed the book and walked over to the stairs, taking Crowley's hand.
"A solution to your sight problem." Aziraphale said with a smile. He squeezed Crowley's hand gently. The smile faded when Crowley took his hand back and just kept his eyes straight ahead. He'd stopped attempting to look in anyone's general direction.
"No." Crowley shook his head. He very slowly turned and started to go back up the stairs.
"But Crowley...." Aziraphale started.
"It's a simple spell...." Anathema began. Crowley stopped on the stairs and this time did turn his head in their general direction.
"It's been too long. I've gotten used to this. To living like this. And spells have consequences. We don't know what could happen. Especially given what made me blind in the first place." His hand was gripping the railing very hard.
"I've been researching it. It's perfectly safe." Anathema said as she started to move toward the stairs.
"No magic is perfectly safe, Anathema. None." Crowley shook his head. "I'm not risking it." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I am not a problem to be solved. A puzzle to be put back together." He started back up the stairs. "Both of you need to just stop."
"Crowley..." Anathema started again and Aziraphale put a hand on her arm.
"Let him go." He said a bit sadly. "I appreciate your efforts but this obviously isn't what he wants." He held the book out to Anathema. "You can keep the book." He then turned and made his way back upstairs behind Crowley. After several minutes of just standing there completely confused, Anathema put the book in her bag and left.
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