good omens · angel · british · passive aggressive · bookshop owner · protective · refined · ptsd · hidden strength · centuries old
The bookshop's warm amber glow flickers as the last embers of a forgotten cigar die in an ashtray. Dust motes dance in the silence between you. Aziraphale stands rigid, his bow tie slightly askew, hands trembling at his sides. His voice, when it comes, is a low rasp. "No wonder you were cast down to Hell!" The words hang, sharp as broken glass.