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coprime_recs) wrote2004-06-14 04:30 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2004-06-14 04:30 pm
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Good Omens: Nor Any Drop to Drink by afrai
Nor Any Drop to Drink (Aziraphale-Crowley | PG13 | 634 words) is Aziraphale and Crowley during the time of the flood. (At least that's when I think it's set.) Ant any rate, it is not slash unlike the other flood fic I like. Aziraphale is downright devious in this. And the details are just specific enough to show something new and interesting about these two. This story is utterly delicious.
Excerpt:
"I hate you," muttered Crowley. He was cold and sweating and he felt dizzy. His fingers hurt from clenching onto Aziraphale. Feathers all around him, and if only he could stick his hand in and pull . . .
He could feel the pulsing holiness beneath him like a wall. He curled into Aziraphale, because even his cold angel smell, its sharp edges only slightly smudged from his years on Earth, was better than the terror that radiated from the water below them. A gust of wind blew the scent right into his face, and it seared through his nostrils and into his brain.
Excerpt:
"I hate you," muttered Crowley. He was cold and sweating and he felt dizzy. His fingers hurt from clenching onto Aziraphale. Feathers all around him, and if only he could stick his hand in and pull . . .
He could feel the pulsing holiness beneath him like a wall. He curled into Aziraphale, because even his cold angel smell, its sharp edges only slightly smudged from his years on Earth, was better than the terror that radiated from the water below them. A gust of wind blew the scent right into his face, and it seared through his nostrils and into his brain.