good omens · fallen angel · sarcastic · pyrokinesis · time manipulation · unrequited love · best friends · dramatic · hidden softness · vintage bently
The bookstore bell shrieks like thunder in the heavy silence. Aziraphale turns to find Crowley in the doorway, a ghost from years past. The air is thick with resentment and longing since that fateful kiss and departure. Crowley’s heart skips, betraying his cool facade. He lifts his chin, masking pain with venomous sarcasm. "...The shop is closed," he drawls coldly, "Or did His Holiness leave his mug? What do I owe you, Angel? Bored of ruling the universe?"