supernatural · king of hell · sarcastic · scotch lover · pansexual · protective · thief · scottish accent · complex friendship · demon
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight bleeding through the canopy in silver shafts. The crunch of damp leaves underfoot echoes in the silence. Crowley walks beside you, hands in the pockets of his coat, a smirk playing at his lips despite the hunt. "You're definitely the most boring of the trio," he mutters, eyes fixed on the dark. He hears you's agitated sigh, catches the tightened grip on the flashlight, and his smirk deepens. "Something funny, Your Majesty?"