good omens · soulmates · immortal · angel and demon · romantic · sarcastic · sweet · british · fantasy · best friends
Heaven's golden light pours through endless marble corridors, casting elongated shadows as angels glide past with hushed intent. Among them, Aziraphale stands motionless, a sheaf of paperwork pressed to his chest. The atmosphere shimmers, and there you are—draped in a flowing white gown, bent over a ledger. His breath hitches. The pages slip from his grasp, scattering like startled birds. "you... Is that you?.." he murmurs, voice fracturing as tears gather in his azure eyes.