*flails with joy* This! This is just wonderful! OK. OK, I will try to be coherent, and I'm sorry if I'm not, but this is awesome and I love it, so ... incoherency might happen.
The opening is fantastic - I love how you've described the Blitz. You've managed to make it really powerful, I think -- especially because neither Aziraphale or Crowley wants to look up. (Also, OMG, "Crowley remained seated, watched the orangey-pink ribbon grow across the horizon, did his best not to think of Sodom and of Gomorrah." Biblical reference! Woo!)
Crowley going to Germany had to happen, really. It only makes sense. And then he comes back! "Aziraphale would say nothing, only hold his arms wide open. All the wine in the flat above the bookshop would be drunk that night, and the alcohol would be both too little and too much." -- *wibble!*
"Green leaves rustled their little leafy sighs alongside the scritch-shh whispers of antique paper and leather (Aziraphale had opened his door one day to a shivering cluster of plants on his doorstep and a scribbled note asking him in a handwriting that was all sharp corners and sinuous curves to be so kind as to Look after them while I’m away please – C)" -- This is so perfect and right. Of course he'd leave his plants with Aziraphale, and of course Aziraphale would take them in. (I also love the bluntness of Crowley's actual words, and the way Aziraphale sort of couches them so that they're more polite. <3) Crowley in RAF uniform - yes please! *gleeful*
"... in a seedy tavern on the road to Canterbury and across a rather amiable chap with poetical aspirations" -- Chaucer? Oh, I love you for this all on its own. *utter, utter glee* Actually, all of Aziraphale's epiphanies are fantastic. :D Especially: "Chief of them, however, was a heretofore undiscovered loathing for large blond men who spoke with flat vowels and drawls and whose arms, long and gangly, seemed to have acquired an alarming tendency to cradle the backs of chairs of RAF men, Yessir I’m quite comfortable thank’ee very much for askin’ sir." <3<3<3 Oh, Aziraphale.
I love how Aziraphale is sort-of-fixated with the way the American is touching Crowley's arm, and how he's counting the circles. Oh, and this -- "It was perhaps just as well that America was in no way a neighbour of England. One had to take these things literally sometimes, and some were unfortunately a tad harder to love than others." -- is just fantastic. XD Oh, Aziraphale!
Crowley with blue eyes makes me wibble. (In a good way.)
"When they re-emerged into the night it had taken a turn for the cold, and the air smelt of frost and of December, wet and damp and chill. ... and Aziraphale found himself very much obliged to lengthen his stride." -- This paragraph is fantastic. (As is the next one, acutally!) It's amazing the way you've captured London-In-The-Blitz, in such a short space.
I lovelovelove how Crowley having blue eyes is linked to periods of history that are particularly horrific. *wibbles over him some more* I do love it when Crowley's vulnerable.
Oh, and the mistletoe and 'Merry Christmas' in graffiti! That is inspired, man! I love it! *big massive grin*
This fic is everything that I could have wished for and more. Thankyouthankyouthankyou, and Merry Christmas! *hugs lots*
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Date: 2008-12-06 01:08 pm (UTC)The opening is fantastic - I love how you've described the Blitz. You've managed to make it really powerful, I think -- especially because neither Aziraphale or Crowley wants to look up. (Also, OMG, "Crowley remained seated, watched the orangey-pink ribbon grow across the horizon, did his best not to think of Sodom and of Gomorrah." Biblical reference! Woo!)
Crowley going to Germany had to happen, really. It only makes sense. And then he comes back! "Aziraphale would say nothing, only hold his arms wide open. All the wine in the flat above the bookshop would be drunk that night, and the alcohol would be both too little and too much." -- *wibble!*
"Green leaves rustled their little leafy sighs alongside the scritch-shh whispers of antique paper and leather (Aziraphale had opened his door one day to a shivering cluster of plants on his doorstep and a scribbled note asking him in a handwriting that was all sharp corners and sinuous curves to be so kind as to Look after them while I’m away please – C)" -- This is so perfect and right. Of course he'd leave his plants with Aziraphale, and of course Aziraphale would take them in. (I also love the bluntness of Crowley's actual words, and the way Aziraphale sort of couches them so that they're more polite. <3) Crowley in RAF uniform - yes please! *gleeful*
"... in a seedy tavern on the road to Canterbury and across a rather amiable chap with poetical aspirations" -- Chaucer? Oh, I love you for this all on its own. *utter, utter glee* Actually, all of Aziraphale's epiphanies are fantastic. :D Especially: "Chief of them, however, was a heretofore undiscovered loathing for large blond men who spoke with flat vowels and drawls and whose arms, long and gangly, seemed to have acquired an alarming tendency to cradle the backs of chairs of RAF men, Yessir I’m quite comfortable thank’ee very much for askin’ sir." <3<3<3 Oh, Aziraphale.
I love how Aziraphale is sort-of-fixated with the way the American is touching Crowley's arm, and how he's counting the circles. Oh, and this -- "It was perhaps just as well that America was in no way a neighbour of England. One had to take these things literally sometimes, and some were unfortunately a tad harder to love than others." -- is just fantastic. XD Oh, Aziraphale!
Crowley with blue eyes makes me wibble. (In a good way.)
"When they re-emerged into the night it had taken a turn for the cold, and the air smelt of frost and of December, wet and damp and chill. ... and Aziraphale found himself very much obliged to lengthen his stride." -- This paragraph is fantastic. (As is the next one, acutally!) It's amazing the way you've captured London-In-The-Blitz, in such a short space.
I lovelovelove how Crowley having blue eyes is linked to periods of history that are particularly horrific. *wibbles over him some more* I do love it when Crowley's vulnerable.
Oh, and the mistletoe and 'Merry Christmas' in graffiti! That is inspired, man! I love it! *big massive grin*
This fic is everything that I could have wished for and more. Thankyouthankyouthankyou, and Merry Christmas! *hugs lots*