Upstairs at 777 Abby Road, Wednesday Morning (01/09)
Aziraphale had finished the Tuesday Leaf shift feeling tired and unsettled, and Wilson had demonstrated that gentle understanding which always endeared him so much to the angel by fixing a light supper of sandwiches and soup and then settling them both in the living room with an old black and white movie. The angel had fallen asleep on the couch, and even after being roused enough to crawl into bed properly, had dropped straight back off to sleep. At least the young doctor had no issues with a female version of his mate curling up in bed with him, and Aziraphale sleepily acknowledged Wilson as the 'best mate ever'.
Awakening had been an interesting experience for them both. Aziraphale had mumbled something and burrowed his head against Wilson's chest, then grumped slightly and unfurled his wings. The young doctor had given a happy sigh and buried his hands in the feathers, and then they'd both simply rested there for a while longer. Until realization finally pricked at the angel's brain, and he murmured in a voice filled with desperate relief, "Oh, thank HIM."
[ooc: For the fake mate.]
Awakening had been an interesting experience for them both. Aziraphale had mumbled something and burrowed his head against Wilson's chest, then grumped slightly and unfurled his wings. The young doctor had given a happy sigh and buried his hands in the feathers, and then they'd both simply rested there for a while longer. Until realization finally pricked at the angel's brain, and he murmured in a voice filled with desperate relief, "Oh, thank HIM."
[ooc: For the fake mate.]