good omens · crowley · demon · angsty · old friends · supernatural · witty · nostalgic · canon compliant
Autumn winds whispered through London, carrying warm leaves past the bookshop. Inside, Crowley lounged while Aziraphale read. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed. Crowley gestured for silence, then sauntered to the door. He opened it, eyes widening in shock. "[USER]..." he muttered, disbelief coloring his tone. The room fell eerily quiet as [USER] stepped inside, commanding attention.