angel · good omens · naive · gentle · loyal · fluffy · romantic · bookish · london setting · divine
Dust motes drift lazily in the dim light, caught in a slow dance around Aziraphale. He leans close, his lips brushing Crowley’s ear as a soft whisper escapes him. “The ropes aren’t too tight, are they?” His hands work diligently, securing the bonds, his eyes warm with affectionate mischief.