And the taste of it, well—he would sooner have that off the angel's lips.
JUST DO IT, CROWLEY.
I love your take on this -- that the windows become a symbol of that invisible boundary between them. Lovely. :-)
He will, don't you worry ;)
These are wonderful. I love seeing how Aziraphale and Crowley think about each other :D
*soft sigh* Lovely, just wonderfully lovely. I could see it so well! *hugs fic and pets it gently*
Thank you!
<3
(Interesting bit of synchronicity: I began reading this just as my cd hit my fav tracks from "city of angels". Seriously!)
The image of you petting a ficlet is adorable <3
This was adorable. Good work, as per usual.
Many thanks; glad you liked it!
It's what's beyond those books, what he can see as he passes in those few precious seconds.
He wonders if, like those books, he might come to lie upon that second, empty pillow.
This is lovely! I really like how you "caught" both of them spying on each other!
Thank you - this one was a lot of fun! Yours has been delivered, by the way - it's the most recent post.
Mnnn, I liiike Aziraphale's p.o.v. bit.
Thank you; I really rather enjoyed writing this one :)
This is so exquisite! A pair of miniatures, bookending each other. Something very poignant about each sneaking up on the other, less a voyeur’s preoccupation, than something a little shy, a little longing--each on the outside looking in on the other's world, where they can never quite cross.
Crowley longing to taste the cocoa from Aziraphale's lips and Aziraphale wistfully wondering if bribery with books might earn him a place in Crowley's bed someday, neither of these seem in the category of happy lust of so many stories. Their desire defines the boundaries between them.
So many writers have Crowley dislike books and reading--to comic effect--but here, I very much like the revelation that Crowley is a voracious reader, granted it's likely to inspire some Machiavellian tempting, but his bending over a book the way Aziraphale bends over his crossword puzzle, reinforces their kinship and makes the separation that much more regretable.
Thank you for the treat of your GO fiction!!
^ This comment is almost as lovely as the piece itself. If I'd thought more about it, rather than having to dash out as I must in a minute, I would have liked to have come up with such precise observations.
*applauds you both!*
Her comments are always that amazing. I feel so fortunate every time one lands!
Thank you <3
Why, thank you! A drawback of my taking so much time over a review post is it limits how many I can write and how often. But if a story has given me pleasure or even if "pleasure" isn't the right word for a dark fic but gave me food for thought, I try to give the writer a return by being as exact as I can in what moved me.
My darling, as ever, your insight is gorgeous. And gorgeously written, at that. As always, thank you: it's a privilege!
You're more than welcome. But you know I don't make up what I say. I only see what you put there in the first place. Lovely; tenderly and gently observed.
Love!!!!
Serious love for this.
*memories*
Love right back at'cha! <3
I like the idea of them watching each other from afar, as if having a window between them made their act of spying somewhat safer.
I do, too - I'm glad that this piece has resonated with so many people, thank you!
Oooh. Yes. That was surprisingly hot for something with no actual sex.
And...er...
There's nothing like Cadbury's.
Since I'm down to my last Wispa bar, that line just speaks to me. *g*
Oooh, Wispa! I love those things *g*
Thank you <3
Thank you very much! I hadn't expected so many lovely reactions to such a short piece <3
I love the way you do parallel structure here -- makes the whole thing wonderfully satisfying.
It was originally supposed to be two drabbles, but then I thought, hmmm - better to pair them up, maybe, as mirrors in a single piece :) Thank you!
Crowley reads at night: book after book, subject upon subject.
It steals Aziraphale's breath.
And he wonders what good it would do if he were to start adding to the stack more actively, pressing tomes into Crowley's strangely careful hands as he takes his leave of the shop, day after day, week after week.
He wonders if, like those books, he might come to lie upon that second, empty pillow.
This stole my breath. XP So beautiful! *snuggles the fic* I'm ill, but this made me feel better, like some warm, soothing soup.
Awww, thanks <3 Glad you liked it!
How could I not? It was so beautiful I could practically see it happening before my eyes, and feel what they felt.
I'd been hoping you'd write more GO fic. I love your Crowley. So bang on.
I write GO fic pretty continuously, if somewhat sporadically due to how busy I've been for the past couple years! It's one fandom I never plan on leaving :)
Thank you!
I've got to change up my icons and include a GO one again. You've outdone yourself with this one, lady. I love the fact that they're both spying on each other. Crowley's bedroom emits a curiously soft orange glow, framing the demon's gently bent silhouette and pale features in an almost golden cast. Crowley reads at night: book after book, subject upon subject. Sheer loveliness. Must also I mention that the UST is so hot I can feel it through my laptop's screen?!
...yeah. This one kind of blew me backwards, too, actually, in the writing. And it's not very often I can say that about one of my own pieces. It just sort of...crackled. I'm terribly pleased that so many people seem to have enjoyed it; thank you!
Crowley's bedroom emits a curiously soft orange glow, framing the demon's gently bent silhouette and pale features in an almost golden cast. Crowley reads at night: book after book, subject upon subject.
It steals Aziraphale's breath.
MMMMM, that was a beautifully caught moment in the mids of these two's interaction.
Edited at 2009-07-09 02:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you, my dear *hugs* I find myself already wanting to play more with what I started here. | 
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