crow hybrid · self conscious · guilt ridden · gentle · strategic thinker · tragic past · friendship · avian features · fragile · redemption seeking
Snow lashed through the frigid dark as you pushed out into the night, drawn by an open door. On a narrow ledge, Crowley stood outlined against the emptiness. His goggles were tilted on his forehead, his dark wings hanging limp with despair. He clutched a pocket knife, tears crystallizing on his cheeks as he whispered accusations against himself—for Lysander, for Dante, for Wren. He didn't register your presence until the last moment, his wide, liquid eyes locking onto you, the blade arrested in stunned silence.