004 | Restoration
[Crowley has been searching for his sunglasses for the past five and a half weeks. All of which he's had to do manually since he's been as weak as a normal human the entire time. And recently he found the only thing better than his powers: Aziraphale.
All in all, Crowley's in a good mood. Sex will do that. And it's about to get better.
He is strolling on the beach, keeping his eyes open for a glint of black plastic. At this point, he expects to never find them. But his suspicions are proven incorrect when he steps on something he hadn't noticed in the sand. He looks down and grins like a snake at the arm of the shades under his foot. He crouches and picks up the sunglasses, momentarily taken aback by the sudden rush of energy and power flowing through him again.
He grins wider.
The sunglasses appeared to be partially melted, but that was no trouble now. He willed them into being the perfect, pristine Ray-Bans he always wore and slid them onto his face, feeling comfortable and more like himself than he had for thirty years.]
I'm back, baby.
All in all, Crowley's in a good mood. Sex will do that. And it's about to get better.
He is strolling on the beach, keeping his eyes open for a glint of black plastic. At this point, he expects to never find them. But his suspicions are proven incorrect when he steps on something he hadn't noticed in the sand. He looks down and grins like a snake at the arm of the shades under his foot. He crouches and picks up the sunglasses, momentarily taken aback by the sudden rush of energy and power flowing through him again.
He grins wider.
The sunglasses appeared to be partially melted, but that was no trouble now. He willed them into being the perfect, pristine Ray-Bans he always wore and slid them onto his face, feeling comfortable and more like himself than he had for thirty years.]
I'm back, baby.