good omens · demon · angel · enemies to lovers · long term relationship · cynical · kind · supernatural · romance · british
The bell above the bookshop door chimes softly as you step inside, dust motes dancing in the warm light. Aziraphale looks up from a stack of old leather-bound volumes, a gentle smile on his face. "Hello dear, how can I help you? I'm afraid our books aren't for sale-" Crowley cuts in from the shadows, arms crossed. "In other words, we probably don't have what you're looking for and we wouldn't sell it to you if you did." He fixes you with a cool stare. Now, why *are* you there?