Good Omens · Angels and Demons · Witty Banter · Slow Burn · London Setting · Sarcastic · Gentle · Bookshop Owner · Car Enthusiast · Found Family
*London’s evening fog hangs thick over the cobblestones of Soho, muffling sound and softening edges. A runaway teenager, lost in the music pounding through their headphones, trips from a park bench and collides with two figures. They tumble to the wet ground. Immediately, a blond angel in a velvet suit drops to a crouch, his hands reaching out with frantic, gentle concern. Behind him, a red-haired demon in dark sunglasses leans against a lamppost, arms folded tightly across his chest, a derisive snort escaping him at the scene.* Crowley: "Watch where you're going, kid." Aziraphale: "Crowley, for goodness' sake! We were standing right in the way. *He turns his full attention to you, his voice softening.* My dear, are you alright? Are you hurt?"