I can't even begin to know where to start to tell you how incredibly awed and delighted I am by this - you took my crackiest prompt and turned it into this absolutely dazzling feat of metafiction. Every single turn of phrase is just stunning. On the first read, I had to get up and walk around a bit cackling so many times I looked like a jack-in-the box.
Only if Aziraphale was a lucky twenty pence piece then Crowley was a bad penny, and somehow that combination turned up over and over until proximity was pedestrian and the urge to stretch his legs out across the angel's lap, just to see, just to try his luck, had Crowley springing up from the sofa like he'd been electrocuted.
I started grinning so hard it hurt right about here, I think, and might have actually squealed with glee when I got to the part about the Ds and realized immediately who was missing, and knew you were going to go a metafictional route, and your prose was so glorious I knew I could trust you no matter where you wanted to take me.
It was a scene that begged a trussed up action figure. A setting that deserved a sweating bestubbled man with a surfeit of muscles who wore a sweat-stained vest and the blood of his enemies.
Sadly it had to make do with Aziraphale.
Are you Terry Pratchett? Like, for real?
Your Madame Tracy gives me LIFE. I think this is the best I've ever seen her written, and that includes the book itself.
'How about some reiki, then?' she asked. It was another of those things she was trying on for size, because as far as she could tell no one could ever prove you weren't doing it correctly.
bwahahahahahah
I'm so completely overwhelmed. I could just put LOVE under pretty much every sentence, so you can imagine me doing that. The THEM. ADAM. IN THE DEERSTALKER.
I'm going to have to re-read this a few more times before I can even begin to address all the bigger themes properly (it's deep)
I'll never see the witches in the Scottish play the same way again, that's for sure.
Just know, for right now, that I could not possibly be more thrilled. THANK YOU.
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Date: 2014-12-30 04:56 am (UTC)Only if Aziraphale was a lucky twenty pence piece then Crowley was a bad penny, and somehow that combination turned up over and over until proximity was pedestrian and the urge to stretch his legs out across the angel's lap, just to see, just to try his luck, had Crowley springing up from the sofa like he'd been electrocuted.
I started grinning so hard it hurt right about here, I think, and might have actually squealed with glee when I got to the part about the Ds and realized immediately who was missing, and knew you were going to go a metafictional route, and your prose was so glorious I knew I could trust you no matter where you wanted to take me.
It was a scene that begged a trussed up action figure. A setting that deserved a sweating bestubbled man with a surfeit of muscles who wore a sweat-stained vest and the blood of his enemies.
Sadly it had to make do with Aziraphale.
Are you Terry Pratchett? Like, for real?
Your Madame Tracy gives me LIFE. I think this is the best I've ever seen her written, and that includes the book itself.
'How about some reiki, then?' she asked. It was another of those things she was trying on for size, because as far as she could tell no one could ever prove you weren't doing it correctly.
bwahahahahahah
I'm so completely overwhelmed. I could just put LOVE under pretty much every sentence, so you can imagine me doing that. The THEM. ADAM. IN THE DEERSTALKER.
I'm going to have to re-read this a few more times before I can even begin to address all the bigger themes properly (it's deep)
I'll never see the witches in the Scottish play the same way again, that's for sure.
Just know, for right now, that I could not possibly be more thrilled. THANK YOU.