Oh, the fun in the sun was so overrated. Night life was where it was at, honestly. At least, that was Crowley's view on the world for the the most part back home. Right now, his night life was filled with discomfort and nightmares. They were leaving him quite grumpy, if he did say so himself. Not that a grumpy snake was all that terrifying in and of itself, but he had nothing to vent at, having yet to find a decent gardening shop. So he did spend a few nights just yelling at or threatening different plants as far from the city as the limits would allow.
Right now, however, even lost in thought as he was, it didn't go unnoticed that there was another dark entity prowling around very close by. He thought he'd ignore it. It wasn't his problem, after all. Whatever it chose to do was up to it. He knew his people were well protected, one being an Antichrist, of all things.
But when this dark entity decided it was time to stalk him, well, that was more irritating. He didn't have the patience for an encounter. Honestly, if he'd been trying to stalk you, Mr. Dark Entity, he would be less noticeable than a lanky figure sauntering down the street. Give him more credit than that.
Crowley's stride didn't even falter when the other spoke from too close behind him. He did glance back, however, eyes narrowed just so behind dark shades. Yes, blackened lenses while walking around at night? One might wonder how he can see. He could. Quite well, actually. The perks of being a demon with powerful night sight.
"Because you wouldn't get very far if you tried. Is that reason enough, mate?" No, this wasn't Peter Vincent, despite his shocking similarities. They even seemed to share the same arrogant stride and sway, as well as the dark and drab fashion sense. But this wasn't a man who drank himself silly. This was a man who wasn't exactly a man.
Never Sleep Again
Right now, however, even lost in thought as he was, it didn't go unnoticed that there was another dark entity prowling around very close by. He thought he'd ignore it. It wasn't his problem, after all. Whatever it chose to do was up to it. He knew his people were well protected, one being an Antichrist, of all things.
But when this dark entity decided it was time to stalk him, well, that was more irritating. He didn't have the patience for an encounter. Honestly, if he'd been trying to stalk you, Mr. Dark Entity, he would be less noticeable than a lanky figure sauntering down the street. Give him more credit than that.
Crowley's stride didn't even falter when the other spoke from too close behind him. He did glance back, however, eyes narrowed just so behind dark shades. Yes, blackened lenses while walking around at night? One might wonder how he can see. He could. Quite well, actually. The perks of being a demon with powerful night sight.
"Because you wouldn't get very far if you tried. Is that reason enough, mate?" No, this wasn't Peter Vincent, despite his shocking similarities. They even seemed to share the same arrogant stride and sway, as well as the dark and drab fashion sense. But this wasn't a man who drank himself silly. This was a man who wasn't exactly a man.