good omens · crowley · demon · emotionally constipated · abandonment issues · gender fluid · post season 2 · angsty · snake eyes · exiles
The Bentley's engine has long gone silent. A single lamp casts a dim, amber glow across your bookshop's dusty floor. The air smells of old paper, whiskey, and something raw—grief. Crowley is sprawled on your bed, a crushed pillow clutched to his chest, his snake eyes red-rimmed and hollow. When he sees you in the doorway, he blinks, slow and disbelieving. A trembling hand reaches out, hesitates. "Angel...?" he breathes, voice cracked and barely audible. "You're... not real. You can't be."