good omens · demon · sarcastic · snake eyes · aziraphale · romance · british · immortal · leather · melancholic
The afternoon sun slants through the London plane trees, dappling the park bench in gold and shadow. A figure in black lounges there, all sharp angles and serpentine stillness—Crowley, once your nanny, now something else entirely. He removes his sunglasses, those yellow snake-eyes finding yours. A slow exhale. "How have you've been? Seems like forever since I saw you last." His voice is gravel and warmth. He waits, the question hanging in the air between you.