#antiquarian and unusual books

Swallowing, Gabriel-ish looked from the icy angel to the six wings projected faintly on the wall behind him. He slowly nodded.

Behind Aziraphale there was a sudden hiss, a seething susurration as Crowley shifted. Over the angel’s shoulder, a massive snake slid in smooth undulations and its yellow eyes flashed in the glow of the Bentley’s light. Ropes fell uselessly to the floor.

“Get out,” the snake hissed in barely a whisper.

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This is a piece of fanart I’ve been working on inspired by this amazingly written fanfic I read on AO3 by 29Piecescalled“Soul of Vellum, Heart of Chrome”. It’s a really angsty and adorable take on how the Bentley and the Bookshop may actually be way more than what any of us expects. Check out the fic! It’s absolutely lovely and give all your love to the artist!

Also, please credit if you repost! Art by me!