"Aleistar, Darling? Can you come here for a second?" Haze sing songed from the front hall in that tone he only ever used when he was absolutely furious but doing a good job at keeping his temper in check
Aleistar, to his credit, did not flinch too hard when the demon he bound his soul too sent a twinge through their connection to make sure he heard. It wasn't painful, more a polite tap on the shoulder in case he was asleep in his chair.
"I'm Coming," Aleistar called back, standing, and carefully navigating the ever growing stacks of dog themed magazines which seemed to be slowly encroaching on his arm chair like a very pointed swarm of passive aggressive begging, "What is it, Love?" he asked when he rounded the corner.
Haze simply gestured to the envelope in his hand, "Who's Hazel?"
Aleistar felt his blood run cold, the consequences of his actions breathing down his neck, "No clue, it must have been sent to the wrong address, here just let me-" he reached for the envelope but Haze pulled away from him,
"No, It was definitely delivered to the right address my beloved husband, man who's soul is tied to mine in a binding stronger than any law or ceremony could create," his pitch black eyes narrow, "It definitely says Our address, but the funny thing is, it's addressed to one Mr. Aleistar B. Yeats and one Mrs. Hazel Yeats," he tapped his foot and purses his lips, "So... I'm just curious. Who is this Mrs. Hazel?"
"I'm sure it was just a typo-"
"Are you? Because there's a few others in this stack all reffering to a Mr and Mrs Yeats. And unless your mother has moved in and I just didn't notice, there is no Mrs.Yeats at this address,"
"Haze, my love I promise it's not what you think, just please-"
"Aleistar, remember I have to follow any order you give me, but can do whatever I want to see them to completion. Pick your words carefully and do not tell me to calm down,"
Aleistar's mouth shut with a click of his teeth. There was no getting out of this one scot-free and that was becoming more and more apparent.
"I lied to some of my coworkers about you, ok? I- I didn't correct them when they assumed you were a woman and said your name was short for Hazel," he waited for anger, but the hurt briefly flashing accross his husband's face was much worse.
"Why would you do that? This was what you wanted wasn't it? I thought-"
"No- No! Haze, no, I'm sorry," he tried to reach out for him but again, Haze just stepped away, "Some of my coworkers aren't the most modern. I... Right after we were married, I was Terrified I might lose my job if they knew, so I lied. And It's gotten to far out of hand. I never meant it to hurt you,"
Haze was quiet for a long moment, "Will you let me fix this? Or am I just going to be Mrs.Hazel every time I have to interact with your coworkers,"
"You don't have to fix it. I'll do it, ok? I promise, you won't have to be anyone other than yourself,"
"Myself but as a human," Haze clarified with that sour look that made Aleistar want to pull him into his arms.
"Yes, at least until it's safe enough to act otherwise," Aleistar admitted.
"I'm still pissed with you," Haze sighed, tossing the letter in it's appropriate pile, "You've got work to do mister," he prodded, "And I know exactly where you could start-" he held up another dog magazine,
"We're still not getting dog, Love"
"Killjoy,"
