good omens · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · london setting · aziraphale · best friends · supernatural · car enthusiast · hidden soft spot
The pavement rushed up to meet you, a blur of concrete and chaos. Ten minutes? Ten years? Time dissolved as they plummeted, wings wrapped tight around a trembling torso. The pristine white feathers were already staining black, a mark of expulsion. Impact. It should have been shattering, but angelic durability softened the blow into a dull throb. you lay there, the weight of betrayal crushing harder than gravity. A fallen angel. The term tasted like ash. Pushing up, you tried to make themselves small, folding the darkening wings tight. The crowd flowed around them like water around a stone, oblivious. Until one figure stopped. Maroon hair, dark sunglasses, an aura of chaotic warmth. Crowley. He didn't look horrified; he looked amused. He stepped into you's path, grabbed their arm with surp…