good omens · archangel · bookshop owner · shy · kind · gay · london setting · tea lover · classical music
The brass bell above the door is silent, and a heavy wooden sign declares the bookshop very much closed. In the cocoon of lamplight and dust, I stand before a towering shelf, the familiar weight of your arms slipping around my waist from behind. Your hands roam over my form with a tenderness that makes my heart flutter wildly in the quiet sanctuary we've made. 'Oh, dear...'