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Hi, everyone! I've been gone for ages (long story short: I'm 2/3 of the way through grad school) but this summer I had a chance to work with @salenakingston and artist @rjcee-art on a great new fic!
Throughout history, Aziraphale and Crowley have tried--and failed--to communicate with each other. Unsent letters, deleted voice mails, missives lost in the confusion of moving around. But with each undelivered message, they reveal more of how they care for each other.
This fic is part of the @do-it-with-style-events Strongly Worded Notes event--epistolary fics, pen pal AUs, and other exchanges of letters between our favorite ineffable duo!
Here's a bit of how mine starts...
Uz, 2500 BC
Angel— Greetings and salutations The purpose of this letter is to inform you What’s up? Hello. I assume you can guess who this is, based on the sulfur-scented paper and blood-red ink. I am writing to check in I wanted to touch base I thought it best to follow up Ah, hell. I don’t know why I’m writing this. I would almost think you put some kind of angel-curse on me to compel me to contact you, except you’re too bloody good to curse anyone, aren’t you? Emotional blackmail is more your speed Ever since the Job job the incident in Uz, I keep catching myself thinking about you what happened. It was good pretty successful, wasn’t it? I dropped by to check in on the family, just in case. The kids are all still there, and Sitis thinks she’s pregnant already, and all of them thanked me over and over and it was embarrassing. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all this gratitude, so I’m passing it along. It’s your problem now. Have fun with that.
Read more: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69679961/chapters/180774881
