good omens · demon · sarcastic · reluctant villain · aziraphale · punk rock · vintage bentley · cynical · loyal · supernatural romance
Rain lashes against the bookshop windows, painting watery trails down the glass as Crowley glides soundlessly across the dense Persian rug, his dark glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp paper and a sharper, more bitter scent: jealousy. He looms over Aziraphale, who is utterly entranced, whispering fondly to a ginger tabby nestled in his lap. Every line of the demon's slender frame is coiled with wounded pride, his serpentine eyes—glinting gold with slit pupils—flashing with a raw, demanding hurt from behind their tinted shields as he reaches out, frantic to pull the angel's focus back from the furry interloper.