Awwwhhh. I just want to hug them all.
(sorry. that's about as coherent as I am capable of being just now. stressful day capped off with arguing philosophy, history, and religion with my mother's boss. eep. brain is now mushy-mushy-mush.)
Go back to bed, my dear. It'll make more sense in the morning.
Thank you <3
I'm so glad I stayed up and saw this. :D Oh gosh, this is so full of wonderful little details. Crowley fixing Pippa's salad. *flail* I'll have to stop grinning at my monitor sometime, but it may take a while...
Those two are just so precious, it almost hurts. And, I had wondered when Pippa would discover the ring... So yay! :D It's amusing to see them try to phrase certain things properly in front of Pippa and Mandy.
I'm doing a lot of writing at ungodly hours right now (gee, it's like I'm an undergrad again; thirty years old and regressing fast, etc.), so chances are you'll continue to find more in the wee hours if you stay up. I like the way Mandy's becoming less of an antagonist and more of an actual friend; I have this horrible suspicion that she might have got to talking to Natalie and Janet at the wedding, and, oh, good lord, TERRIBLE THREESOME OF EARLY-TWENTYSOMETHING TERRORS IF EVER I SAW ONE.
Thank you <3
I think we're in the same time zone-- I've been staying up until ungodly hours as well, in any case, but it's always an awesome surprise to see new fic right before bed! ^^ I also like what you're doing with Mandy, too! \o/
Oh gosh, the three of them together would be truly terrifying indeed.
I think being stuck with only the three of them for company is high on Crowley's list of nightmare scenarios.
I have a feeling I was the one with the museums prompt but it's been so long that I could be wrong.
Anyway, this was utterly lovely! So much unspoken in their quiet interactions, in the body language, that you, as always, wonderfully communicate!
I think it was you; mea culpa, though, for largely losing track of whose names went with which prompts this time *headdesk* I'm pleased that it hit the spot.
This is absolutely charming and I simply love the Roman ring but...
...very soon now you really should write the one about the ring Crowley gives to Aziraphale because a wedding is really about two hearts and needs two rings.
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I'm a step ahead of you, my dear, in that I'm planning such a thing as we speak ;) I can't decide whether it could stand to be a shorter piece, or if I should just keep up this unprecedented streak of productivity and aim for another long one. Maintaining this 'verse has become something of a part-time job in its own right. I'm not complaining, because it makes me happier than...well, anything in the world right now, to be honest.
Thank you <3
Wonderful! I shall patiently wait.
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Crowley has the very bad feeling Aziraphale is going to prove tough to shop for.
Perhaps I can help Anthony out a bit. He should expect a pm from me. *nods*
He has a few ideas, but I actually think he would appreciate that.
Mandy's fingertips were cool against Crowley's palm; he hadn't come in contact with her skin since the kiss she'd stolen all those months ago behind the café.
If you've already written that, please point me because I can't find it. If you haven't written it yet, then that's what I'd like to read. ♥ ♥
That? Oh, yes, I read - and enjoyed - that fic. That was just a peck on the cheek between friends! A stolen kiss is totally different. It implies two pairs of lips and a flustered and embarassed demon worried that A) he had a stalker and B) had perhaps inadvertently committed a violation of vows. I didn't just jump to conclusions, I made a scandalous leap. ^__^
Well, the peck was a kiss and it was stolen, so I suppose that's Crowley's logic on the matter ;) No, she never did manage to steal anything more from him. He was flustered enough by the peck as it was!
No, she never did manage to steal anything more from him.
Well, in the end that probably saved their friendship.
He was flustered enough by the peck as it was.
If it had been more, he might have felt he was being attacked and that wouldn't have turned out well at all.
"Crowley's Logic" would be a sweet title for a story!:)
And I'm about 2,500 words into your gift fic! ♥
My Britpicker is on board for it, too! ;)
You know, I wasn't trying to plant ideas in your head when I commented on the last story, but I'm glad that something took root, believe me! I love Pippa's reaction, but I think I love Mandy's even more, because there's so much youthful intensity and longing there. I'm glad that she and Aziraphale seem to be working on a truce of sorts! He should know beyond a shadow of a doubt he's got no reason to jealous of a teenager. ;)
I second the reader who said that Crowley needs a ring for Aziraphale now, too. I know he'll end up with something perfect, with you to pick it out.
*blushes* and okay, R and U are probably too cool for school to exchange jewelry, I'm guessing, but maybe they think tattoos or something would not ruin their street cred? *blushes again* I'm probably the worst wheedler you know.
I know it's just selfishness on my part, but I hope you'll keep writing in this 'verse as long as the stories keep coming.
I don't know what it is about your feedback, but you engage so completely with this 'verse that you can't help but say things that make me want to write more. That's my theory, anyway. As for Crowley picking out Aziraphale's ring, oh dear lord. Aziraphale's easy to shop for as far as fine wine and taking him out for good food, but I suspect that Crowley might actually find this a bit harrowing...
I'll write in this 'verse till I can't anymore, for whatever reason: this I promise.
A re-read or two in, and really all I want to know is what's on Crowley's socks. I am sure they are really excellent socks, is all.
He's wearing these, the huge dork:
(Martini glasses FTW!)
I am laughing. So. Hard. Right now.
If I ever come across those socks again, I'm not going to make the same mistake I did the first time around in London. I will
buy them. In fact, Sock Dreams
has them right now, but I'm not going to order them offline because I would probably get in trouble with the boy if I did. Sigh.
Yes excellent. Very classy, Crowley. I approve entirely.
Collecting weird/random/dorky socks is one of the habits he's acquired since he started hanging out with humans more regularly. At a guess, it started with a couple pairs Pippa bought him their first Christmas in the cottage. Much to his dismay, he liked them.
haha! That is a much better response than ridiculous socks usually get...we bought my grandfather a pair of Goofy socks for Christmas one year that had great big dangly ears on them, and by New Years' we caught him wearing them...with the ears cut off. A+ being a cheapskate, ridiculous old Geordie.
My current prize is a pair of mid-calf socks that have sushi rolls all over them.
an old habit peering in briefly from retirement.
Can I just say, I love this line. I love the entire thing, but this line, in particular, is the sort of phrase I'd underline in a book because there's something about it that's so simple and powerful and gaaah brilliant.
And I also love how, in this verse, somehow, Aziraphale and Crowley have ended up with a family, so it's not just them anymore, but they have... others. People who care about them. It's one of the sweetest things I've read so far, and the more I read, the more I'm flabbergasted at the depth and the meaning behind your words, and how you can bring across something so powerful in so few.
AND! I second the reader who mentioned Crowley buying a ring for Aziraphale. I'd love to see something like that, if only for the image of Crowley haggling some antique dealer, or hoarding historical magazines, or going to a jewellery shop with, I don't know, Uriel. To buy Aziraphale a ring. And it would have to be perfect, since he's Crowley and doesn't accept less.
I'm sitting here kind of hysterically amused at the idea that this whole damned series-that-has-happened-largely-accidentally-over-time has, for somebody, led up to that one perfect line. Given that I am, in fact, plotting the Crowley-choosing-Aziraphale's-ring story as we speak (and I can't even begin to tell you what a bafflingly fun nightmare it is for all of the reasons you've already mentioned, oh dear God), I sat down last night and did an entire re-read last night just to get my thoughts in line on top of the endless web research, I don't know, like it'll somehow make sure Crowley doesn't blow it.
I like their family. As exasperating as some of these people are, I find myself desperately wishing I had a family this cool. Or, no...the family I've chosen an ocean away are kind of like that, maddening and eccentric in the best of ways, and I miss them. Desperately.
I do hope I'll get the ring story into the actual writing stage by sometime this evening, but the truth is that we're 72 hours in and I'm still looking at bloody images. I think I might have found what quantifies perfect under the circumstances, or as close as Crowley is going to get to it, but I'm the kind of person to second-guess to the point where it's not second-guessing anymore...
Thank you. More soon <3
Suuuper late reply, but yes! Hysterical amusement is an apt reaction, but no lie, I saw that line and reached for my highlighter. It's just so simple and awesome and I DON'T EVEN KNOW but it makes me happy to read it!
(And this is late enough that I have already read, squeed, re-read and re-squeed and generally jumped all over the fic you posted, but more on that later)
I think their family is perfect for them, and now I want to see something with Crowley attempting a family dinner. Trying to magic the meal up warm because someone traipses in late (of all the insults!) and Adam messing with everyone, and Sophia making the neighbour boys go a little batty and the girls all following Crowley to see him cook while Aziraphale carries on a lively discussion about Salem Witch Hunts, pours everyone wine and makes sure Crowley has enough tea to get him through the cooking portion. I am sorry, reading your stuff always leads me to spew ideas on your journal. xDDD
ANYWAY, I think I fangirled over this piece, I'm going to go and leave a proper comment on your adorable Crowley-and-the-ring-debacle piece, but I want to mention again that I loved this, and Aziraphale is gorgeous and adorable, and it's remarkable how you write. Just the style, the way every word is just so perfectly placed, boggles me.
Crowley attempting a family dinner will be easy enough, I believe: he and Aziraphale are both big on Christmas in their own ways, so I think that'll present the perfect opportunity ;)
Highlighter: do you print things off to read them? I know some of my readers do, but not many. On this count, I've had to warn a couple of you, as I've recently gone and done some very minor edits on A Better Place and The Walls, the Wainscot, and the Mouse, so if your versions aren't up to date, you may want to reprint! I really don't foresee making changes to either of those at this point; I had no access to WW&TM for a long time because I wasn't a GO Exchange mod, but that's changed now.
*hugs, just because*
*hugs back, since YAY HUGS*
It would be the best Christmas dinner ever. Even with Crowley complaining that he doesn't celebrate Christmas, it's against his personal ethics.
Annnd I haven't yet, I just save things to bookmarks and stuff like that, and maybe copy-paste as text files to save on my desktop and re-read. Bunches of papers here get murdered by the two fluffy little beasts I own.
Aha. I just wanted to see if you were talking about a literal highlighter marker, or more of a metaphorical one. My four beasties can't kill stacks of paper, as they're in tanks of water. But if they could get out and roam the house, I'm sure they'd sit all over things just like cats do, pieces of paper included.
I'm just relieved my Malamute isn't allowed upstairs. Not only is she the size of a small cow, she's just big and stupid and destructive. All my books would be eaten. I don't even want to imagine the state of my room.
I tend to remember pieces of writing, so it's more like a mental highlight marker. Like all of a sudden I'll be doing something, and in pops a bit of fic I read, and then I have to find it and re-read it.
Same here! Photographic memory works wonders on text segments, doesn't it?
I admit I've never been much of a dog person, and I'm not good around horses and other very large things, either. I desperately want a cat right now, but being stuck in a house that's not my own for the moment, fish are the most I can keep.
Just a pity I can't remember my textbooks as easily xD
You can share mine! One's fat and squishy, and the other's small and thin. I also have a malamute named Maya, who is possibly the most ridiculous dog on the planet and giving me loads of ideas for a follow-up to that Alaska shot. Namely with Crowley trying to Have A Moment, and the Alaskan dog just popping in between them because Malamutes are quite jealous creatures and apparently do not like others getting hugs instead of them.
I've had no firsthand experience with malamutes, but I grew up around my grandparents' beagles, and the two most intelligent, companionable, sweetest dogs I've ever known have been border collies.
I have no idea when this was first posted, as Safari is the worst and shows no dates on comments, but if you really need kitty-time you should see if there is a local rescue or shelter that needs feline socializers aka volunteer cat cuddlers...it's so easy and it's good for you and the cats. (It's how I got through first year of uni, aka first year away from The Persians.)
Is is completely odd that I picture Crowley in Throx? Probably, but there you are. Aziraphale taking Crowley's hand beneath the table unravels me. You know I adore the language you use, but the moments between...well.
(Sorry about the comment placement. The heat has addled my brain).
I had no idea what Throx were until I ran a Google search just now. No, it's not odd; there are some quirky patterns over there, and having a spare to hand is one of those clever, novel human concepts he'd appreciate with a vengeance! :)
Thank you <3 And I hear you re: the heat. It's making writing the next adventure in this 'verse rather more irksome than it should be. Then again, it's the concept that's tricky, too.
Just wanted to say that I love how Aziraphale is learning to just accept Mandy's crush on Crowley and not to be *quite* so defensive about it. I find Mandy really likable. I'd be more inclined to lust after Aziraphale than Crowley, but I think we all understand where she's coming from.
(To be perfectly honest, I don't think I'd kick either one of them out of bed - but I don't really like thinking about that, because they have each other, and I try to break the fourth wall as little as possible, even as intimate as the writing process feels most of the time! In short, I keep my presence to observer only...)
Mandy, who I thought was a complete background throw-away, is now pretty indispensable. Will wonders never cease <3
Thank you so very much!
You do a brilliant job of keeping your role as writer very well tucked away in the story. All of your work seems completely them, as though you just transcribed events, which is the best disappearing act a writer can pull! Even your OCs fit seamlessly into everything!
...that said, I'd find Aziraphale much harder to live with than Crowley, I'm almost sure of it. I've tried living with a similar brand of fussy disapproval, and it went very poorly. And I'm not completely free of it yet.
So glad you still seem to be enjoying this series :)