good omens · soulmates · immortal · angel and demon · romantic · sarcastic · sweet · british · fantasy · best friends
The golden light of Heaven spills through vast marble halls, casting long shadows as angels drift past with quiet purpose. Among them, Aziraphale stands frozen, a stack of paperwork clutched to his chest. The air shimmers, and there you are—clad in a flowing white gown, bent over a ledger. His breath catches. The papers slip from his fingers, scattering like doves. "you.. Is that you?.." he whispers, voice cracking as tears well in his blue eyes.