Protects. (up to you whether he has any idea what/who they are ig lmao)
Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine: ACCEPTING
II @queenprotector
“Goodness!” One moment Aziraphale was gingerly carrying a new stack of books across the street, on the way to his store. The next, a car’s horn blared, no less than a few feet away from him. The angel thought he was to be roadkill for sure. Fortunately, he felt somebody tug him onto the pavement and away from anymore reckless drivers.
“Thank you, my dear, that was very kind of you!” said Aziraphale, as he did his level best to catch his breath. “If it weren’t for you my books and I would be a pancake right about now.-- And speaking of which, would you look at that,” comfort flooded his face as the angel stole a glance at his four tomes, “not a scratch on them!”












