OH SHIT I didn't realise first, but... "Anything to get him out of that quiet house".
MY HEARRRRRTTTTTT I believe I have read this years years ago, but I don't remember if I've review or not. But again, GOD, you are my favourite author. I probably have told you that in other of your stories, but let me tell you again, YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE AUTHOR! And if I have son/daughter I will name it from your name. I will give them name Robin, but, if you don't mind, please tell me your real name, not your entire name is okay, I'm not any stalker, but I can't praise you with anymore gratitude but this. So please if you read this I wish you could message me. Thank you. I love you. Thank you *tears

I almost cried that was amazing, I love this idea and story.

This was nice, the ending was sweet for it being a kind of really sad fic. I read something like this not too long ago where Arthur lost the war and britain became an American state. But instead of aging he just grew weaker and didn't leave the house. Finally on the 100th year anniversary of the merger England died because he officially no longer existed. I like the idea that Alfred would still look good old (although I must say some famous people age better than others *cough cough George Clooney vs John Travolta cough cough* ) . Well written as per usual and its finished!

Oh my god, this made me cry so much.

Very lovely read Though I think it was lacking perhaps a scene during/after Alfred's death? I don't know, don't listen to me.

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So beautiful. Ahhh

Oh my goodness, I haven't commented on this fic before despite it being a favourite of mine, and this is really random, but I just found a song that reminded me of this and I just had to come back to it again XD "Silver Threads Among The Gold" - I saw it in a really old dusty piano book of mine, and when I read the lyrics I think my jaw hit the floor. It reads like a duet between these two.

"Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away.

When your hair is silver white,
And your cheeks no longer bright,
With the roses of the May,
I will kiss your lips and say,
Oh! My darling, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown!
Yes, my darling, mine alone,
You have never older grown!"

It's like a recipe for buckets of angst. Sorry this wasn't an actual review, I just had to squee about it. Needless to say I adore this fic to itty bitty smithereens. But it thwarts my ability to eloquently explain why; probably because it in itself seems effortlessly written. A perfect, bittersweet oneshot.

How dare you make me sob into a pillow

damnit.

... So heartbreaking... :'(((

Excuse me as I go and die in a puddle of tears. My god I dot even want to think about Alfred dying *shudder*

-Nisa

The title is so appropriate and it makes me sad :( I teared a bit as I read this but when I got to the missionary position part I just died XD

You're the only author on this site who can make my eyes water sincerely. You get this often, I suppose.

I like the idea of a mortal and an immortal having a life together. There are certain special intimacies no one else can share. I'd rather be in Alfred's shoes than Arthur's, frankly because infinity is a frightening concept. This is the first time in a long time that I've seen someone portray immortality as a positive thing, and it makes sense: of course Alfred doesn't want to die; none of his friends shall. And Arthur, flipping between the lover, brother, and father roles gives me goosebumps.

Sort of wish I could be more like you, to write so well.

-GE

I'm in complete tears right now what a truly beautiful story

That. Was. The. Most. Beautiful. Thing. I. Have. Ever. Read

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