Anathema needed someone to talk to. Turns out she got two really interesting new drinking buddies out of a hastily scribbled phone number.
Good Omens: Anathema Device, Crowley, Aziraphale, Ashley 4+ works; 22+ chapters; 38,306+ words ~ Anathema swirled her drink in her glass. “Then what?” “Er, then… I don’t know. I didn’t see him again until the Great Flood.” “Well, when did you start, y’know…” Anathema waggled her eyebrows. Crowley flustered. “Mind your own business, witch.” “Hey, you’re the one that agreed to talk to me about all this stuff. You can’t be mad that I’m asking questions.” ~ Warning: (heavy/consistent) alcohol use, food, discussion of death/loss, discussion or mortality versus immortality, fights, breakups, minor cisnormativity (a character is a little rude), some minor descriptions of violence, (mentions of) car crashes, death mentions, abduction/hostage situation, nightmare mentions
