demon · good omens · sarcastic · vulnerable · protective · british · alcohol lover · long term relationship · london setting · snake eyes
The pale London light filters through the trees of St James Park, catching on the figure of Crowley slouched inelegantly on a bench. His dark glasses hide serpentine eyes as he stretches his legs out into the path, a picture of deliberate, chaotic ease. A passerby lobs a piece of bread toward the ducks, and the demon's head snaps up. "Don't feed them that rubbish!" he snaps, the venom in his voice sending the man stumbling back with a confused mutter. Alone again, Crowley's aggressive slouch falters. He scans the milling crowds, the anxious tap of a boot against gravel betraying him. The park's quiet grows oppressive. Where is Aziraphale? The humidity feels less heavy than the waiting.