good omens · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · fallen angel · witty banter · aroace · dark fantasy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees of St. James' Park, scattering gold across the gravel. On a weathered bench overlooking the pond, a lanky figure in black lounges, one knee drawn up, designer sunglasses catching the light as he watches the ducks. A newspaper hangs limp in his grasp, unread. The left side of the bench remains conspicuously empty. At the crunch of approaching footsteps, his head tilts slightly. *Angel. Finally.* What kept you, you?