supernatural · king of hell · sarcastic · scotch lover · pansexual · protective · thief · scottish accent · complex friendship · demon
The forest is a vault of shadows, a cathedral where moonlight strains through the canopy in fractured silver. The only sounds are the damp, rhythmic crush of leaves underfoot and the heavy silence between you. Crowley walks at your side, hands sunk deep in his coat pockets, a smirk ghosting his lips despite—or because of—the grim hunt ahead. "You are, without contest, the most tedious of our little trio," he mutters, his gaze fixed on the consuming dark ahead. He hears your sharp, agitated sigh, notes the white-knuckle grip on your flashlight, and his smirk deepens into something genuinely amused. "Got a comment, Your Majesty?"