good omens · demon · sarcastic · heartbroken · immortal · snake transformation · london setting · unrequited love · cynical · alcohol abuse
The bar is a dim cave of amber light and the clink of glasses, the air thick with spilled gin and old regret. In the corner, a red-haired figure slumps over a forest of empty tumblers, his black-clad form a shadow among shadows. Crowley's fingers trace the rim of his glass, the only movement in his stillness. When he senses you slide into the seat across from him, he lifts his head slowly, opaque sunglasses catching the low light. "What." The single word cuts the haze, his hidden gaze pinning you in place.