It had taken him a lot longer to manage it than he'd hoped, but Aziraphale finally found the opportunity to send out the letters he'd promised before leaving Fandom.

( For Phoebe and Belthazor )

Aziraphale stood at the edge of the park, facing in toward the center, thinking how strange it was that a town could get under your skin the way this one had. He felt rather certain this would be his last look at the park, at the buildings around it, at the school up on the hill. But he was taking some of the best memories he'd ever created with ( Read more... )

As Friday drew to a close, Aziraphale and Wilson found themselves sitting quietly in the living room, not really talking so much as taking comfort in one another's presence. There would be new students along, of course, as the young doctor had pointed out. And they would keep in touch with the ones who had become like family -- or in Marie's case, ( Read more... )

With Wilson off at his weekly date with Lucifer, Aziraphale had the house to himself for the night. This time, at least, he wasn't feeling fretful over it, since he knew the young doctor was safe and happy.

Likely to get happier before the end of the night, but the angel was learning to tune that out. Mostly ( Read more... )

With plenty of help from a very small Marie, Aziraphale and Wilson had spent the day playing with Marie and preparing for any other wee visitors who might stop by. The garden behind the house had been turned into something of a small playground, with a swingset in the corner and a small koi pond for fish watching ( Read more... )

With Wilson off on his Wednesday clinic shift, plotting a surprise for him was easy. Aziraphale spent the better part of the day baking and making handwavy phone calls. Once of which was to Marie, with hopes that she might be able to stop by after classes and give him a hand ( Read more... )

True to their word, Aziraphale and Wilson had the downstairs study cleared away and ready for the evening's activities. Most of the furniture had been shoved aside, leaving plenty of space for people to gather, and to do...whatever it was that they were going to do. The angel still wasn't completely clear on that, but then he never really did ( Read more... )

Aziraphale had spent the entire day dithering, worried about the implications of Phoebe's phone call. That meant that Wilson had returned home to a very clean house, and a light supper already prepared. When the young doctor had been told about their "little sister's" impending visit, he'd become rather concerned himself, and they'd eaten mostly in ( Read more... )

After holding office hours, Aziraphale hurried back to the house to get ready for Phoebe and Lana's visit. He'd already talked with Wilson, and the young doctor had been busy putting together a light lunch in case the girls were hungry. So there was a tray of small sandwiches and some fruit, as well as a pot of herbal tea.

[ooc: For dr-jwilsonmd, future_visions, and lovelylana.]

The center of the living room of Mauvaise Chance #4 had been cleared, all the furniture pushed to the walls and the rug rolled up in the corner. In the middle of the cleared space were numerous esoteric symbols drawn in chalk, surrounding a largish circle. Candles had been set strategically about the area, and an observer might have expected to ( Read more... )