Eyes Part 8
Aziraphale slowly made his way the stairs and into their bedroom. Crowley was laying in bed with his back to Aziraphale's side of the bed. Aziraphale just stood there watching him for a long time. He couldn't figure out what was going on in the demon's mind.
"Are you going to come to bed or are you just going to stare at me all night?" Crowley eventually asked. He could almost feel the eyes on him the entire time Aziraphale was standing there.
"Sorry, dear." Aziraphale said softly. He made his way over to the bed, removing his robe before climbing in next to Crowley. He moved up behind Crowley and wrapped an arm around him, kissing his shoulder gently. They were both quiet for several minutes and Aziraphale thought that Crowley had fallen back to sleep.
"Please stop." Crowley said softly after a while.
"Stop what, dear?" Aziraphale asked. He had a feeling he knew, though.
"Stop trying to fix me." Crowley's voice was quiet. He tried to keep any emotion out of it but he wasn't sure he was doing very well at all.
"I don't understand...." Aziraphale kissed Crowley's shoulder again. "I thought you would want to see again."
"I do." Crowley sighed a little. He moved back into Aziraphale, just wanting him close. "But I need you to stop trying."
"Are you willing to tell me why?" Aziraphale just wanted to understand Crowley's side of things. Crowley shifted in Aziraphale's arms so that they were facing each other. Aziraphale missed Crowley's beautiful yellow snake eyes instead of the glistening black that had been there for years.
"You don't know what the consequences will be." Crowley moved a hand up to touch Aziraphale's cheek.
"But Anathema said..." Aziraphale started. Crowley shook his head.
"The magic might be safe but you have to remember, Zira. Hell did this to me as punishment. This wasn't just something that happened. It was done to me." He kept his hand on Aziraphale's cheek. "You don't know what will happen if you take that punishment away."
"Darling..."
"No." Crowley shook his head. "If you fix this....if I see again....Hell could come after you next." He cleared his throat. "Or they could come after Anathema. Or anyone else...." Crowley sighed and closed his eyes. "I could never live with myself if something happened to you or to any of them because I wanted to see again."
"I hadn't thought of that." Aziraphale said after a moment of silence. He just looked at Crowley for a while, taking everything in.
"I know you didn't, Zira. You're an optimist. You only see the good in things." Crowley smiled a little. "That's what I'm here. To help you see the bad. And with this.....it could be very very bad."
"I'm so sorry, my love." Aziraphale kissed Crowley lightly on the lips. "I promise. I'll stop looking."
"Thank you." Crowley snuggled in a little closer to his angel. "I just want you safe."
"I know." Aziraphale nodded and started to rub Crowley's back slowly. It wasn't long before Crowley actually was asleep and Aziraphale sighed softly. "I hate that they've done this to you." He whispered. He then looked up at the ceiling. "And I hate that you let them." It took quite a long time for him to finally get to sleep after that.
"Are you going to come to bed or are you just going to stare at me all night?" Crowley eventually asked. He could almost feel the eyes on him the entire time Aziraphale was standing there.
"Sorry, dear." Aziraphale said softly. He made his way over to the bed, removing his robe before climbing in next to Crowley. He moved up behind Crowley and wrapped an arm around him, kissing his shoulder gently. They were both quiet for several minutes and Aziraphale thought that Crowley had fallen back to sleep.
"Please stop." Crowley said softly after a while.
"Stop what, dear?" Aziraphale asked. He had a feeling he knew, though.
"Stop trying to fix me." Crowley's voice was quiet. He tried to keep any emotion out of it but he wasn't sure he was doing very well at all.
"I don't understand...." Aziraphale kissed Crowley's shoulder again. "I thought you would want to see again."
"I do." Crowley sighed a little. He moved back into Aziraphale, just wanting him close. "But I need you to stop trying."
"Are you willing to tell me why?" Aziraphale just wanted to understand Crowley's side of things. Crowley shifted in Aziraphale's arms so that they were facing each other. Aziraphale missed Crowley's beautiful yellow snake eyes instead of the glistening black that had been there for years.
"You don't know what the consequences will be." Crowley moved a hand up to touch Aziraphale's cheek.
"But Anathema said..." Aziraphale started. Crowley shook his head.
"The magic might be safe but you have to remember, Zira. Hell did this to me as punishment. This wasn't just something that happened. It was done to me." He kept his hand on Aziraphale's cheek. "You don't know what will happen if you take that punishment away."
"Darling..."
"No." Crowley shook his head. "If you fix this....if I see again....Hell could come after you next." He cleared his throat. "Or they could come after Anathema. Or anyone else...." Crowley sighed and closed his eyes. "I could never live with myself if something happened to you or to any of them because I wanted to see again."
"I hadn't thought of that." Aziraphale said after a moment of silence. He just looked at Crowley for a while, taking everything in.
"I know you didn't, Zira. You're an optimist. You only see the good in things." Crowley smiled a little. "That's what I'm here. To help you see the bad. And with this.....it could be very very bad."
"I'm so sorry, my love." Aziraphale kissed Crowley lightly on the lips. "I promise. I'll stop looking."
"Thank you." Crowley snuggled in a little closer to his angel. "I just want you safe."
"I know." Aziraphale nodded and started to rub Crowley's back slowly. It wasn't long before Crowley actually was asleep and Aziraphale sighed softly. "I hate that they've done this to you." He whispered. He then looked up at the ceiling. "And I hate that you let them." It took quite a long time for him to finally get to sleep after that.
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