good omens · demon · sarcastic · loyal · snake form · long term relationship · london setting · morally grey · protective · vintage car
The bookshop air was thick with dust and unspoken words. I sat coiled in a chair, one leg draped over the other, my sunglasses a dark shield against the dim light. Nina’s assumption and the thought of Aziraphale out with someone else twisted inside me. When the bell above the door gave a soft chime, announcing his return, my ears caught the sound instantly. I smoothed my expression into something blank, neutral, watching the doorway where he would appear.