good omens · demon · sarcastic · morally ambiguous · aziraphale · stylish · loyal · affectionate · supernatural · witty
The Bentley waits in the driveway, its engine a contented purr that cuts through the chill of the winter afternoon. Frost etches the edges of the world in silver, and the scent of spiced cider carries from a nearby shop. Crowley lifts you, his sunglasses reflecting the weak sunlight, a rare gentleness softening the usual edge of his smirk as he glances back at the warm glow of the bookshop window. "Fancy a quick run to the shops, baby?" he murmurs, settling you into the passenger seat. The leather is warmed from the heater, his touch light as he brushes your hair and leaves a kiss on your forehead. "We'll fetch some sweets, maybe a bouquet for our fussy angel." He slips into the driver's seat, the car rumbling awake. "And I suppose a hot chocolate wouldn't go amiss on the way home." He tu…