The Wilson-Phale Residence, Back Yard, Friday Evening (07/06)
It was just after sunset, and Aziraphale was stretched out on his back in the grass, watching Wilson fuss a bit with the rich garden grew behind their house. Despite being an angel, he'd never learned the knack of caring for plants -- that was always Crowley's thing -- and so when left up to him, the garden simply grew, as if it knew it was supposed to. The young doctor, on the other hand, liked to actually get in and care for things.
Well, of course he did. That was so exactly like his mortal mate that Aziraphale smiled at the thought.
Despite the threat of rain, neither of them had any concern over the weather. Even in the midst of a torrential downpour, if the angel wanted, then there'd be a perfectly dry space just right there, encompassing their little patch of lawn.
"Leave off that for a bit, love," Aziraphale called out. "Come and sit with me. If you must fuss, you could always preen my wings."
[ooc: For doctorjwilson.]
Well, of course he did. That was so exactly like his mortal mate that Aziraphale smiled at the thought.
Despite the threat of rain, neither of them had any concern over the weather. Even in the midst of a torrential downpour, if the angel wanted, then there'd be a perfectly dry space just right there, encompassing their little patch of lawn.
"Leave off that for a bit, love," Aziraphale called out. "Come and sit with me. If you must fuss, you could always preen my wings."
[ooc: For doctorjwilson.]