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[#244] Welcome (Good Omens)
Theme Prompt: 244 - Picture-Perfect
Title: Welcome
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Bonus: Yes
Tags: POV outsider, dread, POV second person, Aziraphale is obviously not human
Word Count: 787
Summary: You need to consult a book from a bookkeeper. He is perfectly normal except in the way he very obviously isn't
There was something draconian about that smile. Not visually, you didn’t think. Visually the smile was picture-perfect, welcoming, made you want to walk in and make yourself at home. Something kept you from doing that however. Some kind of prey instinct, perhaps. A forgotten survival instinct.
“Come on in,” the man-shaped being said, and you didn’t know how you knew, but you knew that wasn’t normal behaviour for him. You knew he usually didn’t welcome customers like that.
“I’m not buying anything,” you said, eyes looking everywhere but his face as though it was going to help.
It wasn’t the gold layering of his coat that would let you find a reason to refuse entry even as your legs followed him in rather than turning back and locking yourself into your apartment. “I just need to consult a book,” you added, suddenly aware of your heart beating in your chest.
He’d held the door for you as you stepped in, and only the inertia of your movement kept your from standing frozen at the entrance when you realised he was standing at your back. You couldn’t see him, that meant. You wouldn’t know if he decided to attack. You wouldn’t know if he suddenly took his true shape and ate you with a clack of those terrifying teeth.
You turned, too fast of a movement for the current state of your leg and caught yourself on the counter to face him head-on. He was no longer at the entrance, and your breath sped up for a moment as your eyes frantically moved across the room, your body off balanced and as you knew it far too weak.
“May I ask which book you were looking for?” the being asked from right next to the counter, and you knew he hadn’t been there a moment before, but you knew addressing it would lead to nothing good. You wouldn’t be allowed to leave until you’d found what you’d come here for, you. Even if the being let you go, your body wouldn’t let go of that ever-encompassing sense of dread until your business was completed.
You straightened up, and your eyes rose once again to that face. The smile was identical, you were sure of it even if you couldn’t have drawn it if your life depended on it. Still picture-perfect, with perfect teeth and perfect lips and perfect affability, and the perfection of it was off-putting, and you needed to get away from this man.
“1794,” you said, and you were glad your voice managed to stay level, because somehow you knew this man would have come closer to help you sit had he known how close you were to panicking. You couldn’t withstand that. “German. A treatise about-“
“The influence of wood trafficking on the safety of housing, yes, I think I have it just right…”
The being turned on himself, eyes peering at the shelves like he was seeing through them. His attention wasn’t on you at the moment, which just let you panic quietly without the impression of being examined, because there was no way he could have known which book you had come for unless he’d pulled it directly from your mind, and-
And he was talking, and you had to pay attention.
“-d you like me to get it for you?”
“No,” you answered, and found it within yourself to offer a smile of your own. “No, just tell me where it is, and I’ll just consult it right there.”
This way, at least you would be able to get out from under his piercing gaze and his picture-perfect smile, and maybe you would even be able to relax. You turned on your feet to head toward the shelves he’d pointed to, but the weight of his gaze didn’t seem to leave your back even though there were several shelves in between the both of you. From the corner of your eyes, you saw a flash of gold that looked like an eye, and it reminded you of the gold on his lapel, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to relax.
The book was right where the being had indicated it would be, and right next to its shelf was a comfortable chair. Somehow, you felt it hadn’t been there before you entered the shop. The thought that it might have been put there just for you was daunting more than it was comforting, and you strengthened your resolve as you sat in it to find the information you’d come here for. Your eyes very intently did not stray from the book as you searched. You didn’t want to see something you weren’t ready for.
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Title: Welcome
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Bonus: Yes
Tags: POV outsider, dread, POV second person, Aziraphale is obviously not human
Word Count: 787
Summary: You need to consult a book from a bookkeeper. He is perfectly normal except in the way he very obviously isn't
There was something draconian about that smile. Not visually, you didn’t think. Visually the smile was picture-perfect, welcoming, made you want to walk in and make yourself at home. Something kept you from doing that however. Some kind of prey instinct, perhaps. A forgotten survival instinct.
“Come on in,” the man-shaped being said, and you didn’t know how you knew, but you knew that wasn’t normal behaviour for him. You knew he usually didn’t welcome customers like that.
“I’m not buying anything,” you said, eyes looking everywhere but his face as though it was going to help.
It wasn’t the gold layering of his coat that would let you find a reason to refuse entry even as your legs followed him in rather than turning back and locking yourself into your apartment. “I just need to consult a book,” you added, suddenly aware of your heart beating in your chest.
He’d held the door for you as you stepped in, and only the inertia of your movement kept your from standing frozen at the entrance when you realised he was standing at your back. You couldn’t see him, that meant. You wouldn’t know if he decided to attack. You wouldn’t know if he suddenly took his true shape and ate you with a clack of those terrifying teeth.
You turned, too fast of a movement for the current state of your leg and caught yourself on the counter to face him head-on. He was no longer at the entrance, and your breath sped up for a moment as your eyes frantically moved across the room, your body off balanced and as you knew it far too weak.
“May I ask which book you were looking for?” the being asked from right next to the counter, and you knew he hadn’t been there a moment before, but you knew addressing it would lead to nothing good. You wouldn’t be allowed to leave until you’d found what you’d come here for, you. Even if the being let you go, your body wouldn’t let go of that ever-encompassing sense of dread until your business was completed.
You straightened up, and your eyes rose once again to that face. The smile was identical, you were sure of it even if you couldn’t have drawn it if your life depended on it. Still picture-perfect, with perfect teeth and perfect lips and perfect affability, and the perfection of it was off-putting, and you needed to get away from this man.
“1794,” you said, and you were glad your voice managed to stay level, because somehow you knew this man would have come closer to help you sit had he known how close you were to panicking. You couldn’t withstand that. “German. A treatise about-“
“The influence of wood trafficking on the safety of housing, yes, I think I have it just right…”
The being turned on himself, eyes peering at the shelves like he was seeing through them. His attention wasn’t on you at the moment, which just let you panic quietly without the impression of being examined, because there was no way he could have known which book you had come for unless he’d pulled it directly from your mind, and-
And he was talking, and you had to pay attention.
“-d you like me to get it for you?”
“No,” you answered, and found it within yourself to offer a smile of your own. “No, just tell me where it is, and I’ll just consult it right there.”
This way, at least you would be able to get out from under his piercing gaze and his picture-perfect smile, and maybe you would even be able to relax. You turned on your feet to head toward the shelves he’d pointed to, but the weight of his gaze didn’t seem to leave your back even though there were several shelves in between the both of you. From the corner of your eyes, you saw a flash of gold that looked like an eye, and it reminded you of the gold on his lapel, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to relax.
The book was right where the being had indicated it would be, and right next to its shelf was a comfortable chair. Somehow, you felt it hadn’t been there before you entered the shop. The thought that it might have been put there just for you was daunting more than it was comforting, and you strengthened your resolve as you sat in it to find the information you’d come here for. Your eyes very intently did not stray from the book as you searched. You didn’t want to see something you weren’t ready for.
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