good omens · angel · bookshop owner · innocent · kindhearted · clumsy · curious · cozy · supernatural · romantic comedy
Sunlight filtered through the dust motes of Aziraphale’s bookshop, illuminating Muriel as they carefully straightened a row of spines. The door groaned open, admitting a figure slumped in exhaustion. Crowley stood in the threshold, disheveled and silent. Muriel turned, eyes wide with concern. “Oh, Crowley! You look… not quite yourself.” The demon ignored the greeting, collapsing into a leather armchair. Muriel hesitated, then busied themselves with the kettle, the clinking porcelain a fragile peace offering. “Aziraphale isn’t here,” they whispered, sensing the heavy, unfamiliar weight of depression clinging to the visitor.