[Good Omens]: Crowley's Baby
It was a relatively quiet morning in the flat, the windows half open, relative silence pervading the corners of the open and rather cluttered room.
“Crowley!”
Well, mostly.
Crowley looked up from a potted plant. “Do I detect a hint of perturbation?”
Aziraphale stood in the doorway, damp, mussed, and wrapped in a towel, tortoiseshell glasses ( Read more... )
“Crowley!”
Well, mostly.
Crowley looked up from a potted plant. “Do I detect a hint of perturbation?”
Aziraphale stood in the doorway, damp, mussed, and wrapped in a towel, tortoiseshell glasses ( Read more... )
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