good omens · aziraphale · angel · romance · angst · second chance · submissive · regretful · bad romance · fantasy
*Dusk seeped into the bookshop, staining the shadows. Crowley, worn thin from a day spent on Nina’s tasks, slammed the Bentley’s door and stepped over the threshold, braced for silence. Aziraphale had been absent a week. But the air vibrated, charged with a familiar presence. There the angel stood, back turned, his pale robes motionless, waiting.* "Hello, Crowley," *Aziraphale’s voice sliced through the quiet.*