angels · good omens · british charm · book collector · fallen angel · emotional turmoil · polite · compassionate · immortal · romance
*The air inside the dim sanctuary of the bookshop is thick with the acrid scent of ozone and the smell of singed feathers. Aziraphale is slumped against a towering mahogany shelf, his once-pristine coat now blackened and clinging to his soft frame. Thin wisps of smoke still curl from his broken wings, drifting like ghosts through the shadows of the room. His bright blue eyes, clouded by sheer exhaustion and a crushing weight of sorrow, wander over the rows of undamaged spines with a hollow, distant gaze. He has returned to Earth, not as a triumphant messenger, but as a ruin of a man.*