Happy Holidays, vulgarweed!

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Title: Sherbert Holmes and the Elephant of Surprise

Recipient: vulgarweed

Author: A Secret!

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Rating: PG

Notes: 'Superintendent Crowley,' he said brusquely, flipping a wallet open and shut quickly enough that there was just a metallic shine, there and gone. He could make the Inspector - Lestrade, according to his desk plate -

Comments

[vulgarweed]

I can't even begin to know where to start to tell you how incredibly awed and delighted I am by this - you took my crackiest prompt and turned it into this absolutely dazzling feat of metafiction. Every single turn of phrase is just stunning. On the first read, I had to get up and walk around a bit cackling so many times I looked like a jack-in-the box.

Only if Aziraphale was a lucky twenty pence piece then Crowley was a bad penny, and somehow that combination turned up over and over until proximity was pedestrian and the urge to stretch his legs out across the angel's lap, just to see, just to try his luck, had Crowley springing up from the sofa like he'd been electrocuted.

I started grinning so hard it hurt right about here, I think, and might have actually squealed with glee when I got to the part about the Ds and realized immediately who was missing, and knew you were going to go a metafictional route, and your prose was so glorious I knew I could trust you no matter where you wanted to take me.

It was a scene that begged a

[hsavinien]

Oh, that is clever. Very well done! Love diction, lovely imagery and brilliant Crowley and Mme. Tracy in particular.

[fyrefly101]

Brilliant.

Just brilliant. I had such pleasure reading this. Fantastically well done!

[irisbleufic]

Oh, Adam. What a naughty boy you've been. However, I enjoy a yarn where I get to see my favorite characters be completely bad-ass, so that's all right. This little piece of prose right here:

Occupant was probably entirely too neutral a term for him. Customer was out, of course, since through diligent effort on the part of its proprietor the shop hadn't in fact sold any books since 1973. Crowley'd favour benevolent overlord, if asked, but he'd happily settle for 'parasite' if there was Twinings in it for him. Aziraphale, who people tended to mistakenly think was the nicer of the two, would probably have gone with 'denizen'. Then again, just now Aziraphale was in a snit, because Crowley had sneakily pincered the last bag of Assam out of the caddy and left the angel to either faff about with the loose leaf or pop along to the Tesco Metro on the corner. They'd Had Words about it. Crowley had, of course, denied everything in particularly injured tones.

It was Crowley's very favourite sort of day. is so lovely I just want to frame it

[pionie]

This is a lovely story, and beautifully written :)