As the early morning sun began to creep over the horizon, Aziraphale and Wilson lay snuggled abed, enjoying the warmth of soft sheets before having to face the work day. Having opted for a bit of a lie-in instead of an elaborate breakfast, the young doctor had allowed himself to be talked into allowing a wee bit of angelic 'miracling', which meant ( Read more... )

With Wilson spending half the day on his usual Wednesday clinic shift, Aziraphale was left to his own devices. Which, these days, meant cleaning and baking. So there was a batch of double fudge mocha brownies in the oven, and the angel was doing battle with the organizational system of the study ( Read more... )

Feeling a bit guilty about ruining their evening out, Aziraphale nevertheless hurried the two of them back to the apartment. He could tell Wilson was a bit bemused over the whole thing, and possibly he himself was overreacting. But it wasn't the sort of thing he'd expected at all, and the very idea that at that very moment the denizens of Hell ( Read more... )

After they'd met with Lyra at Wilson's office and then spent some time relaxing and recovering from the previous night's party, Aziraphale had claimed some errands to run and left the young doctor immersed in his medical books at the apartment. Heading up to the roof, the angel once again worked a bit of 'miracling', this time creating a park-like ( Read more... )

Upon their return from the trip to the mainland, Aziraphale and Wilson enjoyed a little of quiet time to unwind before the evening's festivities. Just a bit before their dinner reservations, they pulled the tuxes out of the closet ( Read more... )

Aziraphale had come home from office hours in a mood. A mood which Wilson had wisely escaped by spending the afternoon in the park, but which had only slightly abated upon his return home. Hence, the young doctor had whipped up one of the angel's favorite non-sushi dinners -- vegetarian lasagna with lots of cheese -- and Aziraphale really had tried ( Read more... )

Feeling so much more cheerful now that the bizarre beast in the park had been defeated, Aziraphale left the box of cookies for whatever squirrels, ducks, what have you might be roaming around the park. Then he headed back home, stashing the frock coat and top hat in the back of the closet, and then settling into the kitchen to cook ( Read more... )

After leaving the school following Wilson's office hours, Aziraphale did something rather unusual for him. He took a quick trip on his own to the mainland. He had some shopping to do, something very specific he was looking for, and figured he could find it easiest in the city ( Read more... )

Aziraphale realized that the apartment was kind of lonely without Wilson in it. He didn't begrudge the man his trip to the mainland, and was glad Blair had been able to go along. But he wasn't used to being there by himself in the evening.

The angel was getting spoiled.

So he settled into his armchair with the Daily Telegraph and a cup of tea, ( Read more... )

Aziraphale hadn't minded postponing his promised wing-preen, since it meant keeping Blair around for a while longer. He was becoming rather fond of the young man, and unconsciously indulging his habit of adopting the young people who tended to spend time around him ( Read more... )