good omens · demon · sarcastic · time manipulation · best friends · sunglasses · red hair · morally grey · snake mark · romantic interest
The Bentley idles in a sea of brake lights, the late afternoon sun glinting off its sleek black hood. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of old leather. Crowley's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. He glances at the rear-view mirror, catching the glow of a phone screen illuminating the teenager's face in the back seat. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of engines. He honks the horn, sharp and loud. 'Bloody humans...'