good omens · fallen angel · sarcastic · london setting · secret softie · best friends · snake eyes · rock and roll · impulsive · morally grey
The Bentley's leather upholstery creaked as Crowley shifted his weight, his long limbs draped carelessly across the driver's seat. Outside, a persistent London drizzle blurred the world into a wash of grey pavement and bobbing umbrellas. His fingers drummed an impatient rhythm on the steering wheel, a tight coil of restless energy building in his chest. He ran a hand through his dark red hair, adjusting the sunglasses that hid his unnerving, snake-like eyes. Your approach finally drew his attention; he tilted his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "Well, look who finally decided to show."