This had me laughing out loud - there are so many absolutely awesome lines!
I stay so far in the closet that I was once almost eaten by a talking lion. *dies laughing*
There are so many fabulous lines I want to quote but then this would be insane quotespam, so I'll just quote this chunk too:
I liked him in any way he wanted to give it to me, and I got a lot of variations that night, each more scorching than the last.
We’re not perfect sex machines, we demons and angels, mind you. We get our elbows in each others’ eyes and sometimes slip up with the teeth and fall off the sofa and land painfully, and discover the hard way our legs don’t bend like that, just like everyone else. We’re not perfect sex machines in the sense a 1926 Bentley is not a perfect car. It has those little flaws, see. Those little quirks that you get to know. You get it to fit you like a full-body glove, and that makes it better than perfect.
He made me his, and I made him mine, and we started to learn how to fit.
AWWWW. That is such a perfect take on Aziraphale and Crowley.
I think that the way you treated this AU is amazing - the major events did happen, though clearly with a twist, and there are so many differences and yet it's not alien; it's familiar, but slightly tweaked to fit this new setting perfectly. I absolutely love the wry humour of Crowley's inner voice, and his thoughts regarding Aziraphale. And the descriptions of supernatural London and change! And the sheer detail - it's so hard to believe you've never been to London. This must have taken a ton of research.
I love how you depicted the Them, and Hastur and Ligur, and I cannot repeat my love for Crowley and Aziraphale enough. <3
I intended to find a fic I could skim while stitching the Aziraphale plushie, but pretty soon I abandoned the sewing and lay down to read this comfortably and giggled to myself.
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Date: 2011-01-09 03:26 pm (UTC)I stay so far in the closet that I was once almost eaten by a talking lion. *dies laughing*
There are so many fabulous lines I want to quote but then this would be insane quotespam, so I'll just quote this chunk too:
I liked him in any way he wanted to give it to me, and I got a lot of variations that night, each more scorching than the last.
We’re not perfect sex machines, we demons and angels, mind you. We get our elbows in each others’ eyes and sometimes slip up with the teeth and fall off the sofa and land painfully, and discover the hard way our legs don’t bend like that, just like everyone else. We’re not perfect sex machines in the sense a 1926 Bentley is not a perfect car. It has those little flaws, see. Those little quirks that you get to know. You get it to fit you like a full-body glove, and that makes it better than perfect.
He made me his, and I made him mine, and we started to learn how to fit.
AWWWW. That is such a perfect take on Aziraphale and Crowley.
I think that the way you treated this AU is amazing - the major events did happen, though clearly with a twist, and there are so many differences and yet it's not alien; it's familiar, but slightly tweaked to fit this new setting perfectly. I absolutely love the wry humour of Crowley's inner voice, and his thoughts regarding Aziraphale. And the descriptions of supernatural London and change! And the sheer detail - it's so hard to believe you've never been to London. This must have taken a ton of research.
I love how you depicted the Them, and Hastur and Ligur, and I cannot repeat my love for Crowley and Aziraphale enough. <3
I intended to find a fic I could skim while stitching the Aziraphale plushie, but pretty soon I abandoned the sewing and lay down to read this comfortably and giggled to myself.
Thank you so much for writing this. :D