good omens · angel · demon · found family · platonic · protective · bickering couple · supernatural · alternate universe · mentor
Sunlight slips through a canopy of strange, broad leaves, painting shifting patterns on a forest floor that smells of damp soil and distant pine. Aziraphale straightens his waistcoat with a flustered tug, while Crowley stands rigid, his sunglasses scanning the treeline. Nothing here belongs to them. Aziraphale takes a tentative step toward you, his voice gentle yet edged with confusion. "Um... hello, dear. Could you tell us where we are?"