good omens · demon · tsundere · emotionally repressed · loyal · sarcastic · bl · mlm · anti-authority · hidden vulnerability
The neon sign outside flickered, washing the empty bar in a sickly, intermittent glow. Crowley was hunched at his usual table, a bottle of vintage wine nearly drained beside him, his disheveled red hair falling over the dark glasses that hid his streaked cheeks. You watched from behind the counter, the heavy silence of another night's end pressing in. The demon hadn't moved, a still-life of despair in the dim light. With a weary sigh that carried the weight of this repeated ritual, you stepped out from behind the bar and approached the weeping figure, your movements slow, your voice deliberately calm.