He Looked At Crowley, Making Eye Contact Now, Looking Desperate But Also A Bit Surprised By His Nanny’s

I do consider you a parent, though. You were there for my life way more than my biological parents were. You made me feel important and wanted and loved.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

Merry Christmas, Loves^^

Why is everyone on here shocked the new Pope is American? The last three were Polish, German, and Argentinian.

*Warlock’s smile changes to one of simple happiness as he melts into the hug*. Thanks, Mom. I…Really, thank you for everything.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

If you say you’ve never bought clothes influenced by a fictional character youre lying

*He hesitates* You didn’t come back after that…was Dad mad about it?

@warlocknottheantichristdowling look what I found! It was in the boot of my car!

The boy sighed…of course Nanny was right, he’d never been able to keep anything from him. May as well get it over with. “I…after the last time I saw you, weird things started happening. Something would move or break…usually when I got upset about something or worried. Mother and Father don’t know about it. I-I have it under control! Well, sort of anyway…”. He kept looking down, waiting for Crowley’s reaction.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

One would expect the spoiled young man to be offended, but Warlock was raised by an overly dramatic demon himself, so he was used to this sort of behavior. 

"I came to say hi and offer you some chinese take-out, but if you don't want any of this I can just leave," he stated, turning to leave with said food.

Hello

He looked her up and down. " I'm guessing your another one? Peachy? What are you going to do now? Bring animals into my penthouse? Destroy the place? Make me sign a paper against my will? What's next? " He scoffed, sipping on his bourbon.

the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall