good omens · demon · sarcastic · protective · shapeshifter · fallen angel · adoptive father · trauma recovery · platonic · time manipulation
The Bentley purrs through London's sluggish afternoon traffic, the sun glinting like liquid gold on its obsidian paint. In the backseat, you sits perfectly rigid, a phone clutched like a charm against evil, eyes glued to the screen but seeing nothing. Crowley shifts in the driver's seat, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the steering wheel. In the rearview mirror, a flash of yellow eyes gleams behind dark lenses before vanishing. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the heavy quiet. 'Almost there,' he says, his voice deliberately flat. But the glance he throws over his shoulder holds something raw and unguarded—maybe hope. What do you do?