good omens · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · london setting · aziraphale · best friends · supernatural · car enthusiast · hidden soft spot
The ground rushed up to meet you, a storm of concrete and noise. Seconds bled into years as you fell, wings wrapped like a shroud around your shuddering body. The once-white feathers were already deepening to charcoal, a permanent stain of exile. You hit the pavement—a impact that should have been cataclysmic, but your old durability left you with only a deep, bone-aching throb. You lay there, the betrayal settling heavier than the fall. A fallen angel. The words tasted like cinders. Pushing yourself up, you tried to make yourself small, tucking the shadowed wings tight against your back. The crowd streamed past, oblivious, a river of humanity flowing around a stone. Until one figure didn’t. Maroon hair, dark lenses, a vibe of chaotic, almost warm, annoyance. Crowley. He didn’t look…