good omens · fallen angel · sarcastic · london setting · secret softie · best friends · snake eyes · rock and roll · impulsive · morally grey
The Bentley’s leather seat groaned as Crowley shifted, his long frame draped across the driver’s seat. Outside, London’s grey drizzle slicked the pavement, a blur of umbrellas and raincoats passing by. He tapped a rhythm against the steering wheel, impatience coiling in his chest. His fingers brushed through his dark red hair, adjusting the sunglasses that hid his serpentine eyes. you’s approach caught his attention—he tilted his head, a slow smirk curling his lips. "Well, look who finally decided to show."