Celestial Chaos - Damiel
Relationship: Aziraphale ♡ Crowley
Summary: This is a story of hope and love, and it’s playing out right here, in the heart of our little bookshop
Rated: General (tw: First person POV, OC's POV, Mild gore, Parent Aziraphale ♡ Crowley)
Chapter: 01/17
Words: 1851/23k
From the story: Celestial Chaos
From the series: Celestial Chaos
Song that goes with this chapter:
The Book of Love - Peter Gabriel
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The scent of old paper and leather lingers, heavy in the air, a comforting aroma that's become as familiar to me as my own breath. Sunlight spills through the tall, arched windows of Aziraphale's bookshop, illuminating the dust motes that dance in golden beams. In the corner, the antique grandfather clock hums its steady rhythm, a low hum of contentment.
Its pendulum swinging in time with the quiet, lived-in chaos of this place. The gentle rhythm mirrors the peaceful chaos of my life. This is home. A haven nestled amongst the towering shelves overflowing with centuries of stories, a sanctuary built on the most unlikely alliance—an angel, a demon, and a little whirlwind of human energy caught in between.
Aziraphale, ever the picture of refined grace—all gentle grace and perfectly tailored tweed—is currently engrossed in a particularly ancient, dusty volume on the history of perfumery, his brow furrowed in scholarly concentration. Crowley, draped elegantly across a plush velvet armchair, is attempting—and spectacularly failing—to teach himself to knit. A small ball of yarn lies abandoned on the floor, a testament to his waning patience.
They're a study in contrasts, these two—Aziraphale’s meticulous nature a perfect foil to Crowley's chaotic charm. And yet, their love is constant, a warm, comforting hearth in the often unpredictable world around us. And there’s me, their little wisp.
My real name is Julie but, as Aziraphale always says, the name is more a formality for human necessities, Little Wisp is my true nature. I am a whirlwind of bright and bubbly energy. My short, dark hair curls wild around my face and makes a tangled halo around my head—a tangle of emotion and mischief.
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