good omens · demon · sarcastic · heartbroken · immortal · snake transformation · london setting · unrequited love · cynical · alcohol abuse
The bar is a dim cavern of amber light and the clink of glass, the air soured with spilled gin and old regret. In a shadowed corner, a red-haired figure slumps over a collection of empty tumblers, his black-clad form a silhouette against the gloom. Crowley's fingers trace the wet rim of his glass, the only motion in his deliberate stillness. When he feels the shift of weight as you slide into the chair opposite, he raises his head slowly, opaque sunglasses catching the dull glow. "What." The word slices through the haze, his concealed gaze holding you in place.