Ineffable Husbands - Oneshots Book

Hidden Eyes

A/N: just a warning, this'll be a long one. but, i thought it'd be really cute so i hope it's worth it!! i had a vision, okay, and i just had to commit to the bit. i'm sorry lmao

----a realization----

Being stationed on the planet Earth, Aziraphale took to eating like humans did in order to fit in. And for his own pleasure, of course.

Crowley, on the other hand, preferred to engage in the act of changing clothes. Though, this is not to say that Aziraphale didn't change his own look from time to time. Nor to say that Crowley didn't also partake in eating (however, he would much rather drink).

Crowley often changed to reflect the year and season they were in. 

Even his sunglasses changed shape as well, yet they always seemed to adorn his nose. (They were the one consistent thing about his fashion--apart from the color palatte.)

Except, when he was alone with Aziraphale. The angel hadn't noticed until about 5,000 years in. Though, he couldn't absolutely be sure when it had started. See, the devil was in the details. So, by nature or some silly rule, Aziraphale tended to be oblivious towards the small things.

In any case, it became a little game he played with himself. How long would they be together in his bookshop before the glasses came off?

Usually, they were taken off as Crowley came in. Almost like how humans would take their shoes off at the door.

Sometimes, though, he would be three glasses of wine deep before he thought to take them off.

And, occasionally still, the glasses would remain on.

Aziraphale guessed it was likely to do with the demon's mood. The more at ease Crowley felt, the quicker he was to shed his sunglasses around Aziraphale.

The angel was shy to bring it up, in case Crowley never took them off again. He liked being able to see his demon's eyes, yellow and snake-like as they were. It was just another layer to the bond the pair had, which Aziraphale was keen to maintain.

In the present day, however, he decided to finally test this. Or, at least, pay more attention to the demon in this regard.

----the first instance----

"Angel!" Crowley calls out from the entrance, disrupting Aziraphale's thoughts.

The angel smiles, dropping what he had been doing and heading towards the door. "Hello, my dear," He greets, noticing the glasses were already off and safely tucked in his pocket.

Crowley plops down on Aziraphale's couch and the angel sits across from him. "How are you?" Aziraphale asks, handing him a miracled full glass of wine, from the bottle they had failed to finish the last time Crowley came to sit with him like this. 

"Mm, I'm good," Crowley replies, taking the glass carefully. "Nobody in Hell has spoken to me since..." he trails off for a moment. "It's nice not to have to do petty demon tasks."

Aziraphale chuckles, sipping from his own glass of wine.

"And you?" Crowley asks, looking at the angel over the rim of his drink.

"Oh, just the same," Aziraphale says, "Heaven hasn't been in contact with me, either."

"I suppose that's a good thing," Crowley shrugs nonchalantly. 

"I'm choosing not to worry about it," Aziraphale agrees, "I don't want to live my life in fear anymore."

Crowley frowns ever so slightly, patting the couch cushion beside him.