This fic just radiates calmness and companionship, and I love it. Had to stop to comment here, because, as everyone else has been saying, too, I love what you did with Crowley's eyes. (And his AU-past almost made me cry. Too well done.) The other thing is, there is this part: "and Crowley slowly realised that Aziraphale wasn’t as old as he’d initially thought. He certainly dressed like he was nearing fifty, but there was a youthfulness in his face that came out when he smiled, and Crowley found himself suspecting that the priest wasn’t actually much older than he was." --- This just reminded me why I love "watching" (reading about) how these two unsuspecting clever dummies forge a friendship or fall in love over and over again in about five million mildly similar ways. Noticing little things like this, building fondness out of the tiniest details, it always gives me such a warm feeling. Thank you :)
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Date: 2018-01-01 04:28 pm (UTC)The other thing is, there is this part: "and Crowley slowly realised that Aziraphale wasn’t as old as he’d initially thought. He certainly dressed like he was nearing fifty, but there was a youthfulness in his face that came out when he smiled, and Crowley found himself suspecting that the priest wasn’t actually much older than he was." --- This just reminded me why I love "watching" (reading about) how these two unsuspecting clever dummies forge a friendship or fall in love over and over again in about five million mildly similar ways. Noticing little things like this, building fondness out of the tiniest details, it always gives me such a warm feeling. Thank you :)