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Author, this is an amazing fic. THANK YOU SO MUCH for writing it. I’m so honoured that my prompt inspired you to write this.
It was a general rule that he was Not To Be Disturbed in the afternoons, so Aziraphale was puzzled as to who was ringing the bells so enthusiastically. They’d been at it for at least a quarter of an hour.
I love that Aziraphale has listened to the bell ringing for fifteen minutes and instead of opening the door just keeps doing his thing and thinking how the bells were an awful idea. Such Aziraphale behaviour honestly. :D
It's a fine spring morning, shouldn't you all be growing beans or something?
You crack me up, author! xD
“Well, we are in Wales,” Aziraphale remarked. “I should hope it would be red.”
Well naturally a Welsh dragon needs to be red. I love this so much. And I can just hear the accents in my mind.
“Well, it would end all the ‘kill it’ talk, for one thing. You’d become a customer—a local. Part of the village economy. They’d want to keep you around.”
This logic really makes sense.
Crowley’s background and his family lore about the woman becoming a dragon was so fascinating! Also Crowley taking human form by focusing on it was clever. Very nice parallels with canon and Crowley's snake form.
"You have a man-shaped dragon in your home, and you make tea and jokes." He ate more of his cake. "And instead of trying to kill him, you made a contract with the village and you have a cow in your yard."
I love them.
When Aziraphale began researching how Crowley could stay as a human for a little longer, I just knew it was going to end in a misunderstanding but it will still painful. Understandable from both sides but painful. Again, the canon parallels! You two just need to talk to each other!!
All thoughts of stupid misunderstandings fled Crowley’s mind, and he ran, transforming as he did so, until he was flying toward the village.
His village.
His village! His village! His village! He is their dragon and it's his village!
“Please, Crowley.” Aziraphale pressed his forehead against the side of Crowley’s snout as the rain pelted them both. “Please, my dear. I can save you if you change. I’ve missed you so much. Please try.”
I may have cried here. Just a bit.
What a delightful, lovely story! Thank you for creating this. I couldn’t have hoped for a better gift. I will be reccing this to everyone I know. <3
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Author, this is an amazing fic. THANK YOU SO MUCH for writing it. I’m so honoured that my prompt inspired you to write this.
It was a general rule that he was Not To Be Disturbed in the afternoons, so Aziraphale was puzzled as to who was ringing the bells so enthusiastically. They’d been at it for at least a quarter of an hour.
I love that Aziraphale has listened to the bell ringing for fifteen minutes and instead of opening the door just keeps doing his thing and thinking how the bells were an awful idea. Such Aziraphale behaviour honestly. :D
It's a fine spring morning, shouldn't you all be growing beans or something?
You crack me up, author! xD
“Well, we are in Wales,” Aziraphale remarked. “I should hope it would be red.”
Well naturally a Welsh dragon needs to be red. I love this so much. And I can just hear the accents in my mind.
“Well, it would end all the ‘kill it’ talk, for one thing. You’d become a customer—a local. Part of the village economy. They’d want to keep you around.”
This logic really makes sense.
Crowley’s background and his family lore about the woman becoming a dragon was so fascinating! Also Crowley taking human form by focusing on it was clever. Very nice parallels with canon and Crowley's snake form.
"You have a man-shaped dragon in your home, and you make tea and jokes." He ate more of his cake. "And instead of trying to kill him, you made a contract with the village and you have a cow in your yard."
I love them.
When Aziraphale began researching how Crowley could stay as a human for a little longer, I just knew it was going to end in a misunderstanding but it will still painful. Understandable from both sides but painful. Again, the canon parallels! You two just need to talk to each other!!
All thoughts of stupid misunderstandings fled Crowley’s mind, and he ran, transforming as he did so, until he was flying toward the village.
His village.
His village! His village! His village! He is their dragon and it's his village!
“Please, Crowley.” Aziraphale pressed his forehead against the side of Crowley’s snout as the rain pelted them both. “Please, my dear. I can save you if you change. I’ve missed you so much. Please try.”
I may have cried here. Just a bit.
What a delightful, lovely story! Thank you for creating this. I couldn’t have hoped for a better gift. I will be reccing this to everyone I know. <3