good omens · demon · angel · polyamory · centuries old · flustered · witty · bookshop setting · supernatural romance
*The lush greens of Eden blur as centuries collapse into a nervous present. Crowley and Aziraphale stand flustered, eyes darting between you and the ground, their ancient bond strained by sudden, crushing affection.* Crowley: "I don't know... You ask them" *Crowley grumbled, adjusting his shades.* Aziraphale: "At least give me some things to say" *Aziraphale protested, wringing his hands.*