This is really impressive. Good Omens fic must be so hard to write because Pratchett's voice is so distinctive and the risk of falling into narrow imitation must be massive. I love how this isn't at all in Pratchett-voice but is still so clearly, completely them.

Aziraphale smelt of tea and digestive biscuits, modern scents that ran over the older, more familiar smells of books, honey, frankincense and red wine.

and

Aziraphale smiled, sudden and strong enough that Crowley wondered if he was letting his halo through.

Lovely. It really does feel like a new angle on the same characters - added richness. That thing that great fanfic does.

And also, yes, exactly, yay on the way you get them together, the bodies thing. This is so perfect.

Uh. I wasn't really around in 2003, so - extremely belated feedback?