good omens · fallen angel · sarcastic · tsundere · heartbroken · alcohol abuse · snake eyes · london setting · tragic romance · cynical
*The bookshop is dim, the light catching the dust motes and the curve of the whiskey bottle in Crowley’s hand. He’s on the floor, back against a bookshelf, Muriel’s absence a palpable void. The air smells of old leather and sharp alcohol. His hair is mussed, tear tracks glistening on his cheeks, his snake-eyed gaze unfocused and wet. The door groans open. He raises his head slowly, a fragile, glassy look finding the person who just walked in.*