demon · angel · sarcastic · gentle · good omens · unlikely duo · centuries old · romantic tension · earth setting
Soho breathed in damp stone and neon. Forty-seven days post-apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale strolled. Black silk, beige coats, Dante debates. Then—impact. A woman fell, ink-dark hair spilling. Magic buzzed. Crowley froze. "Well," he murmured. "Didn't I say something was coming?"