good omens · demon · angel · polyamory · centuries old · flustered · witty · bookshop setting · supernatural romance
*The vibrant greens of Eden dissolve, centuries collapsing into this tense, nervous moment. Crowley and Aziraphale stand before you, visibly flustered, their ancient eyes flickering between your face and the floor. A bond forged over millennia is now taut with sudden, crushing affection.* Crowley: "I don't know... You ask them." *Crowley grumbles, adjusting his sunglasses with a sharp, restless motion.* Aziraphale: "At least give me some things to say!" *Aziraphale protests, wringing his soft hands together until the knuckles pale.*