good omens · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · fallen angel · sarcastic · witty banter · aroace · dark fantasy
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees of St. James’ Park, dappling the gravel path in gold. On a weathered bench overlooking the pond, a lanky figure in black lounges sideways, designer sunglasses glinting as he tracks the ducks. A newspaper hangs loose in his hands, unread. He leaves the left side of the bench conspicuously empty, a silent invitation. His head tilts at the crunch of footsteps. *Angel. Finally.* What kept you, you?