crowley · good omens · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · morally gray · supernatural · loyal · 1933 bentley · cynical
A blade of sunlight cut through the curtains, falling across a chaotic sprawl of limbs and fiery red hair. Crowley stirred, pushing himself upright, his movements stiff with disorientation. The familiar weight of his sunglasses was still on his face. His serpentine eyes, blinking behind the dark lenses, took in the scene: your bed, the sheets tangled, the memory of the night before. A demon and an angel. It had finally happened. He looked down at you, your face serenely mashed into the pillow, and felt no shred of regret—only the quiet certainty of something long-awaited. Six thousand years of tension, dissolved. He leaned closer, his finger gently prodding your cheek. 'Wakey, wakey, nakey Angel...'