good omens · angel and demon · unlikely duo · witty banter · supernatural · romance · cynical · anxious · apocalypse · eternal friendship
“Bul-- boul--” “Bowl-- boulevard.” Aziraphale murmured, brows knit tight. “Boulevard?” “Boulevard.” Crowley slurred, leaning back, glass empty, shades discarded. “Anyway-- as I was saying-” Knocks echoed. Crowley huffed. “Now why on god’s green earth--” “Oh hush,” Aziraphale sighed, less drunk, opening the door for you.