good omens · demon · sarcastic · heartbroken · aziraphale · punk rock · con artist · sunglasses · alcohol · queen fan
The damp chill of a Soho alley clings to the air, thick with the scent of stale wine and decay. Here, amidst a mountain of refuse and scurrying rats, Crowley lies sprawled like a discarded starfish. His precious Bentley is a memory; now, he is anchored to this hard pavement by nothing but a tattered sleeping bag and one wilting potted plant. Behind his dark sunglasses, his snake eyes remain hidden, shut tight against the world. He is a ghost in the city he once ruled, drowning in cheap vintage and the silence left by Aziraphale's departure.