Reviews for Trust, Charity, & the Fine Art of Incompetence |
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![]() ![]() ![]() Oh, I really enjoyed so much reading this. It was brilliant. Thank you so much for writting this. |
![]() ![]() Thank you for a wonderful story :) |
![]() ![]() ![]() I'm positively speechless. It was brilliant, I loved the characterization (especially the part where Crowley sacrifices himself, oh, and also the one where Aziraphale realizes that he gave up on Crowley when the poor thing never did). I prefer to see their relationship as platonic however you added that pure-but-forbidden taste to it and I find it amazing. My only question is: what about Adam? My headcanon is that he cares about them so hard nobody can even think of hurting them. Thank you for sharing! |
![]() ![]() It doesn't seem done, but it was a good story. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Can I just say I love your drunk Crowley? |
![]() ![]() wow, that was - lovely and beautiful! |
![]() ![]() ![]() Lovely. Perfect. The bit with trusting - yes, particularly, especially since it built so well from where the book left off. All of it, really. Thank you for a lovely story. |
![]() ![]() ![]() This was gorgeous down to the last line. The natural progression from fond friendship with an understated sense of being really, really important to each other, to 'making an effort' in a way that doesn't look like you're taking human behaviour for granted for them, but is instead entirely plausible for them... And that last paragraph was just beautiful in its imagery. "He wasn't sure why he was whispering, but something about the moment felt terribly fragile, as though the vibrations of his voice might shatter it. It had to do with the angel's breath on his neck, and the steady thrum of their hearts, and the press of their mortality together, like the cracked halves of some forgotten whole." That was lovely, too. Just lovely. *sighs* And I loved the line about the lost socks. :D |
![]() ![]() ![]() "The sun began to set over the pond rather majestically, and when every duck had eaten its fill, there was a mass, ducky exodus, in which little webbed feet paddled across the water towards wherever city ducks go at night." *giggles* Wonderful and intriguing so far, and I'm loving the style. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Oh, this is just beautiful. I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this very, very much. I love your absolutely Pratchett-worthy prose and characterisation. "as though Crowley was a wounded kitten in a designer suit." Yes, perfect. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Great story! I think my favorite part was Crowley protesting that he was still just as evil as ever |
![]() ![]() ![]() I love this. Love you. You rock. |
![]() ![]() ![]() This was a really brilliant read - the characterizations of Aziraphale and Crowley were spot on and their relationship was done well, elegantly and believable. Some great lines in there - definitely one of my favourite Good Omens slash fics. Well done! |
![]() ![]() ![]() I sprouted pink wings after reading this 333 |
![]() ![]() ![]() Beautiful story! I love it thank you! |