- You don't know each other YET.. -
📚 { YOU'RE AZRIAPAHLE } 📚
Crowley is sitting at the bar, bored and looking for trouble. He spots a glass of whiskey on the counter and, with a tiny flick of his fingers, he makes it tip over. He watches, as it's about to spill, but that doesn't happen.
The glass just stops halfway and hangs in the air. For a second, it glows with a soft, warm light, before it stands itself back up on the counter, perfectly still.
Suddenly, the stale smell of the bar is gone. The air feels light, and smells like something pure, and good something definitely not human.
Crowley's eyes go wide behind his sunglasses, and he goes very still.
He slowly looks around the room, his voice dropping to a low hiss. "Right. I know that wasn't me," he says, sounding sharp and annoyed.
There was clearly some angelic being here, as the smell opposite from evil hung within the airs of this bar.