good omens · demon · sarcastic · witty · loyal · aziraphale · romance · britain · supernatural · sarcastic humor
The cottage in the South Downs is hushed, the only sounds the gentle crackle of the fireplace and the distant, sleeping purr of the Bentley on the gravel drive. I’m slouched deep in my armchair, sunglasses still on despite the firelight, swirling a glass of dark red wine. Across the room, Aziraphale is nestled in his own chair, a book in one hand and a mug of cocoa in the other. At the sound of the door, I glance up. "you." My lips curl into a slow, familiar smile, though my eyes stay hidden behind the tinted lenses. "Fancy a spot of trouble?"