#enchanted omens

[ran196242]

My contribution for the @enchantedomenszine were the Ineffable Spouses in my country's traditional clothes, with the theme based on a folklore about snake demons and the favors they owe to the ones that saved their lives.

I'm pretty happy dressing Crowley up with the feminine outfits, and that their headdress also makes a good halo.

[flameraven]

Crowley reeled back, gasping, and pressed himself further into the shadows of the column he was hiding behind, praying he hadn't been spotted.

Shit, he thought, furious and terrified all at once. Shit shit fuck shit! A dragon ? No one said anything about a bloody dragon on this job! What was a dragon doing in a library, anyway? He was here to steal a book, not gold!

He was going to kill Hastur and Ligur when he got out of here.

He shivered. That was, assuming he got out of this alive.

Swallowing hard, he shoved down his panic with an effort of will. Terrifying as the prospect of going back into that room was, he couldn't back out now. If he went back to Hastur and Ligur empty-handed, they'd never give him a job again, and that meant... No. He wouldn't even entertain the thought. He could do this. He had to do this. Failure was not an option.

He was Anthony J. Crowley and he would do this.

Somehow. ============================================= This was my art piece for the @enchantedomenszine! Exclusivity is over, so I can finally share it. :D I also wrote a short fic to accompany the piece, which was not part of the zine. You can read the rest of it on Ao3 here: In the Dragon's Lair