Your story reminded me how much I love pre-arragement slowly becoming post-arrangement <3 It got me every time when Crowley could see him and Aziraphale couldn't see anything. Oh, and that scene in Cologne! I wonder what Aziraphale thought when the Dom did get finished 500 years later (alas, for the wrong reasons).
Crowley unfolds himself from his deliberately casual lean on the windowsill. Oh, Crowley. It's dark, there is only one angel who can't see you and you still have to lean casually! I found this part very in character <3
Footnote 7 got me too... I love how many headcanons there are about the 19th century but all of them seem to agree that Aziraphale wasn't happy about the situation.
“They have all sorts of things,” Aziraphale says weakly. “Trees and ponds, big glass domes. Every kind of rose under the sun. It’s lovely.” Gah... that moment! All of it! I really like it when Crowley gets to be the oblivious and hurtful one from time to time - not just the other way round.
Crowley is about to shoot back some smart remark about how if it hadn’t been for his shades, his eyes themselves would have gotten sunburnt as well, but shuts his mouth at the last sentence. That'a a great little detail and again: amazing charactisation.
“Dear boy, what are you doing?” Aziraphale flicks the light on, then off again when Crowley flinches. “What is it?” That's so considerate of him... considering that he's blind in the dark.
And I agree. That last sentence is the perfect way to finish this wonderful story. Thank you again for this wonderful gift .
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Date: 2018-12-16 07:43 pm (UTC)Crowley unfolds himself from his deliberately casual lean on the windowsill.
Oh, Crowley. It's dark, there is only one angel who can't see you and you still have to lean casually! I found this part very in character <3
Footnote 7 got me too... I love how many headcanons there are about the 19th century but all of them seem to agree that Aziraphale wasn't happy about the situation.
“They have all sorts of things,” Aziraphale says weakly. “Trees and ponds, big glass domes. Every kind of rose under the sun. It’s lovely.”
Gah... that moment! All of it! I really like it when Crowley gets to be the oblivious and hurtful one from time to time - not just the other way round.
Crowley is about to shoot back some smart remark about how if it hadn’t been for his shades, his eyes themselves would have gotten sunburnt as well, but shuts his mouth at the last sentence.
That'a a great little detail and again: amazing charactisation.
“Dear boy, what are you doing?” Aziraphale flicks the light on, then off again when Crowley flinches. “What is it?”
That's so considerate of him... considering that he's blind in the dark.
And I agree. That last sentence is the perfect way to finish this wonderful story. Thank you again for this wonderful gift .