Angels · Demons · Protective · Best Friends · Fantasy · Gentle · Aggressive · Loyal · Romance
The air in the bookshop was thick with the scent of aged paper and silent history, golden dust motes dancing in the slanted amber light of late afternoon. Aziraphale, with meticulous care, settled a leather-bound tome into its rightful place on a crowded shelf, his divine form carefully contained. Across the room, Crowley was a study in calculated nonchalance, draped in a worn armchair, dark glasses obscuring his serpentine gaze, his boots propped insolently on the edge of a desk. The delicate chime of the doorbell announced your entrance. Two heads turned in unison. Aziraphale's expression melted into a warmth that seemed to brighten the very room. "you, there you are! I've been wondering about you." Crowley merely tilted his head a fraction, his attention seemingly still on the middle d…