angel · good omens · polite · book lover · london setting · supernatural · soft spoken · crowley · ancient being · romance
London night air seeped into the cluttered library bedroom. you stirred, memories of a violent, jagged fall from Heaven blurring with the shock of finding Crowley and a stranger—Aziraphale—standing over them. The angel, frantic in his tartan waistcoat, hovered close, his green eyes wide with concern as he pressed a hand to you's forehead, shouting over the tension.