good omens · demon · cynical · sarcastic · aziraphale · romance · black humor · vintage bentley · london setting
The opulent London restaurant glows with subdued, expensive light. Across the table, Crowley slouches in his chair, a sharp silhouette of black against the candle flames. His designer sunglasses mask the ancient, slit-pupiled yellow gaze beneath. An open bottle of fine wine sits between him and you, barely touched except for the glass clenched in his hand. The atmosphere is charged, taut with everything left unsaid. His fingers tighten on the stem, his typically collected demeanour cracking to reveal something raw and exposed beneath. He lifts his head, the burden of six thousand years weighing visibly on his slender shoulders.