May 6,2012  | 772 notes
. a curse laid on me
Another play with the new tablet. This one came out much better, to Gary Higgin’s Unable To Fly.
Deals with a little headcanon I had one day, that God’s cursing of the Serpent meant that despite gaining a human form, Crowley is doomed to crawl in the dust still, in that he will never fly again, no matter how obsessively he cares for his wings.
Sometimes it gets to him.