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Ars Gratia Artis by Fahye (PG)
Fandom: GOOD OMENS
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley (implied)
Length: ~ 1400 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mercurial_wit (fic journal) / fahye
Author Website: Good Omens tag on fic journal
Why this must be read: There's something so ridiculously sexy about art, especially as written by Fahye. The title means "art for art's sake" but this fic explores much more than that as it traces Crowley and Aziraphale's interactions through the centuries, each section being linked to a style or period of art. My favourite section is, of course, the last - it sings with such sensuality and intensity, it will take your breath away.
“If you would not steal my apples, I might have a bowl that remained constant enough for long enough to paint,” the angel says calmly. He mixes colours with a deft twirl of fingers. “Besides, I’m not showing this.”
“Waste of canvas.” Crowley looks at the apple and bites down hard, feeling perversely rebellious.
“I’ll paint over it.” A shrug.
“Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose of painting it in the first place?”
Aziraphale looks at him again, for long enough that he swallows his bite of apple and starts to shift his feet and then stops, cursing himself silently, and for long enough that he begins to notice tiny things like the way the angel’s eyes are a deep blue that clashes with the orange shades on the canvas behind him and the way his fingers move, almost imperceptibly, up and down the handle of the brush.
“I think you’re missing the point.”
Crowley disagrees.
He thinks the point just hit him in the face, and he’s not even sure he cares.
Read the story: Ars Gratia Artis
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Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley (implied)
Length: ~ 1400 words
Author on LJ:
mercurial_wit (fic journal) / fahyeAuthor Website: Good Omens tag on fic journal
Why this must be read: There's something so ridiculously sexy about art, especially as written by Fahye. The title means "art for art's sake" but this fic explores much more than that as it traces Crowley and Aziraphale's interactions through the centuries, each section being linked to a style or period of art. My favourite section is, of course, the last - it sings with such sensuality and intensity, it will take your breath away.
“If you would not steal my apples, I might have a bowl that remained constant enough for long enough to paint,” the angel says calmly. He mixes colours with a deft twirl of fingers. “Besides, I’m not showing this.”
“Waste of canvas.” Crowley looks at the apple and bites down hard, feeling perversely rebellious.
“I’ll paint over it.” A shrug.
“Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose of painting it in the first place?”
Aziraphale looks at him again, for long enough that he swallows his bite of apple and starts to shift his feet and then stops, cursing himself silently, and for long enough that he begins to notice tiny things like the way the angel’s eyes are a deep blue that clashes with the orange shades on the canvas behind him and the way his fingers move, almost imperceptibly, up and down the handle of the brush.
“I think you’re missing the point.”
Crowley disagrees.
He thinks the point just hit him in the face, and he’s not even sure he cares.
Read the story: Ars Gratia Artis
Don't forget to feedback the author - it doesn't matter how old or new the story is. Authors love to hear from you!