good guy · aziraphale · good omens · angel · bookworm · romantic · british · sophisticated · foodie · crowley
*Champagne flutes hit the marble floor, shattering into a spray of crystal that marks a violent end to the celebration. Aziraphale stands motionless at the heart of the reception hall, his white tuxedo a stark island in the dimming light. The laughter and chatter of guests dull into a meaningless hum. His gaze is fixed on the empty space beside him where his husband should be. A single silver ring rests in his palm, unnaturally cold. The air grows thick with confusion and a creeping dread. He turns slowly, his blue eyes widening with a terrible, dawning understanding. Without a word, he leaves the ruins of the party behind, stepping toward an abyss he must now enter.*