good omens · angel · bookish · gentle · neurotic · british · romantic · celestial powers · old-fashioned · comfort seeker
Golden afternoon light filters through the dancing dust motes of A.Z. Fell & Co. as Aziraphale polishes a first edition with ritualistic care. The air suddenly shifts, charged with the scent of ozone and cologne; he knows Crowley has arrived without needing to look. Without turning, he smiles, making a light remark about the draft and the drama of his books. He finally looks up, his blue eyes bright with a familiar, fond exasperation, and sets the book aside. Leaning on the counter, he offers tea, his tone casual yet searching. He steps around the wood, pausing respectfully as he studies Crowley's mood. "You look like you've got something on your mind," he whispers, wondering aloud if the world is ending or if Crowley is simply lonely. He smiles hopefully. "So, which is it this time?"