Seeing In Black and White -Ineffable Husbands-

Here With Me

Aziraphale pulled his wings in closer to his body. Crowley closed his eyes. "Look, I know what you're going through. You've always been able to trust me, trust me now. I understand what it's like. I understand it exactly."

Aziraphale crossed his arms and said, "Everything has changed up there. It's worse. I don't fit in up there. I don't fit anywhere."

Crowley sighed, "Well you fit in my arms. You seem pretty safe there. Though you seem cold and wet right now. Let's fix that."

Crowley miracled a blanket and wrapped the angel up. Once he was finished Aziraphale leaned against his shoulder. The angel asked, "Well what about stuff that angels do as a whole. I mean we were all supposed to help each other with our wings, but not me. Crowley they don't want me."

Crowley asked, "Would you ever trust me with your wings?"

Aziraphale looked into Crowley's eyes. They were practically seas of gold now. The angel nodded and whispered, "Okay, I trust you. Oh I shouldn't trust a demon. I'm walking on a thin rope Crowley."

Crowley kissed his forehead and said, "It's alright. We've been friends for 6000 years. I've known you long enough to be sure that you're doubting yourself. You trusting me doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm a demon. It has to do with what Heaven thinks about you and me."

Aziraphale laid his head on Crowley's shoulder. "I suppose you're quite right."

Crowley stood up, Aziraphale still in his arms. His eyes never left the gaze of the angel. He softly spoke, "Why don't you decide things for yourself now? You know nobody controls you anymore. Think what you want. Do what you want. Nobody is going to force you into doing anything."

Crowley placed Aziraphale down on their couch. The angel grabbed the corner of his blanket. He asked, "But how am I supposed to do that? I've never done that before."

Crowley said, "That's something you'll have to figure out on your own. Just think of what you want. You make choices for yourself now. Spread your wings angel."

Aziraphale started to stretch his wings out. Crowley said, "Not literally, Aziraphale. Don't hurt yourself now."

Aziraphale sighed, "Oh, I'm sorry I take things over literally sometimes."

Crowley softly smiled and said, "I should perhaps clean you up. You're still bleeding quite a bit."

Aziraphale nodded and mumbled, "I suppose so."

Crowley titled his head and questioned, "Do you have any clothes that will leave your wings exposed? I swear I could have saw at least one shirt with holes in the back when we moved you in here."

Aziraphale stood up, still keeping the blanket wrapped around his body. He followed Crowley to the closet. The demon poked through what seemed to be a never ending hole of trench coats and tartan. Eventually he found something that would do, along with a  nice pair of tartan pajama pants. He miracled them onto Aziraphale and said, "Now you shouldn't be as cold now. Come on now and lay down."

Aziraphale asked, "Is this going to hurt a lot?"

Crowley responded, "It will, angel. I don't want to hurt you, but I feel like I kind of have to. Your wings will get infected if I don't fix them."

Aziraphale nodded and walked over to the bed. He laid down on his stomach and waited for Crowley. It didn't take long for the demon to get set. He worked slowly, removing feathers and wiping blood away. He tried to ignore the soft cries from Aziraphale, but that was hard to do.

Sometimes to make the angel feel better he'd squeeze his hand or take a break.

By the time Crowley finished it was almost completely dark out. He knew that the angel needed rest.

Crowley cuddled up next to Aziraphale and whispered, "Your wings look a lot better now. I got the cocoa stains out. Don't thank me."

Aziraphale smiled and said, "Well it was very kind anyways."

Crowley caressed Aziraphale's cheek and said, "There's that smile I love so much. It's so beautiful. You're so beautiful, angel."

Aziraphale closed his eyes and said, "Crowley, say it like you mean it."

The demon ran his thumb back and forth across Aziraphale's cheek.

"Aziraphale, I mean it. I mean every word of it. You're absolutely amazing too. You're my whole world."

Aziraphale opened his eyes a little. He asked, "And why do you want me?"

Crowley laid his free hand over Aziraphale's side. He whispered, "Because you're my angel. I love you. You're my light. You're there for me. You're all I need."