For a moment, Crowley pauses, taking one last look at the place that had offered him sanctuary for so long. The weight of the impending separation is so thick in the air that it’s nearly tangible.
“I’ll come and visit,” Crowley says suddenly, and his face immediately burns as the heat rises to his face. Bless his damned complexion. “When I can.”
My contribution for @do-it-with-style-events Reverse Bang ! This art is for @contraststudies 's fic The Rite of Falling, a priest AU!
(It looks entirely overdone in comparison to the preview, I got overexcited about the shading 🙈).
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