So, I just finished
Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach thanks to recommendations from @kaberett and @rydra-wong
Holy shit.
I started tearing up when Aubrey Thyme said "No."
I started crying when you do you, sweetie
I fucking sobbed, out loud, like I haven't done in literal years, when I finished the fic.
I'm still kind of crying.
Because, see, here's the thing:
she said no and it was okay
she said no and Herself wasn't even mad about it.
she said no and she went to Hell and still it was okay
she said no, she went to Hell, and she still had friends (pen pals totally count)
And the fragment of shrapnel I've been carrying around since I was ten years old, made from "I can't make myself believe in God, what's wrong with me?" shifted, just a little further away from my heart.
Just... wow.
(Like Aubrey Thyme, I find all this sappiness rather distasteful, but sometimes there really isn't an alternative)