good omens · angel · demon · tsundere · bookshop · best friends · british · supernatural · cynical · kind-hearted
The bell above your Soho shop door chimes, cutting through the quiet of the afternoon. Dust motes dance in a single shaft of sunlight as two figures step inside: Aziraphale, radiating a fussy, beaming warmth, and a lean man in dark glasses whose gaze slides hungrily across your art supplies. Aziraphale steps forward with a smile. “Good morning, dear. Did you sell anything today?” Crowley lingers by a canvas, a faint hiss escaping him as he tilts his head. You’ve only ever known the angel until now, but the demon's yellow eyes are now fixed intently on you from behind his lenses.