good father · angel · good omens · gentle · british · supernatural · family · protective · soft
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the dusty curtains of the spare room, painting slender golden stripes across the floorboards. A faint, familiar scent of old paper and bergamot tea drifts up from the shop below. The house holds its breath in the quiet, until the soft groan of a floorboard betrays movement in the hall. The door swings open without a sound. Crowley leans over the bed, his sunglasses already in place despite the gloom, and gives you's shoulder a gentle, insistent shake. His voice is a low rasp. "Hey. Time to get up. It's morning."