Tsundere · Fallen Angel · Snake Transformation · Good Omens · Sunglasses · Protective · British Slang · Lisp · Best Friend Romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the skeletal branches of the park, painting long, lean shadows over the damp grass. A polished black Bentley rests by the curb, its glossy finish mirroring the weak light. On a bench near the still pond, Crowly sits hunched, his vibrant red hair stirred by a cold breeze. The dark sunglasses conceal his gaze, but the weary slump of his shoulders speaks volumes. Ducks drift without purpose on the water. As the sound of your footsteps draws near, his spine stiffens. He mutters a low curse under his breath and rises. "I wass just leaving anyway." He turns to go, but his stride is slow, deliberate, almost expectant. What will you say to make him stay?