The Park, Monday Evening

[a_phale]

It had taken some coaxing, but Wilson finally won out. He and Aziraphale had a blanket spread out under some trees near the pond, along with a bottle of wine and a portable CD player. Against all sense of public propriety, the angel had his shirt off and wings unfurled, and was being indulged in a good therapeutic wing preening.

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Aziraphale and Wilson

[a_phale]

The music on the CD player was soft, not intended to disturb anyone else using the park. Aziraphale had his arm wrapped around one knee, watching the ducks in the pond while Wilson worked in a totally not dirty way on the mussed feathers.

Re: Aziraphale and Wilson

[dr_jwilsonmd]

"I itch, just looking at these." Wilson muttered as he surveyed the damage and tried to decide how best to tackle the mess that was the angel's feathers.

"I swear, you dither in the most unique ways, love." He scolded softly as he decided to start at the bottom of the left wing and work his way up.

In short order, nimble mortal fingers began to straight feathers in a totally not dirty way.

Re: Aziraphale and Wilson

[a_phale]

"Mortals get ulcers, angels get their feathers in a tangle," Aziraphale retorted lightly, a contented look already forming on his face. If angels purred, he'd have sounded like a big housecat. Instead, his eyes were half-closed and his chin rested on his forearm.

"Anyway, love," he murmured, "What would you do to relax if you didn't have my wings to play with?"

Re: Aziraphale and Wilson

[dr_jwilsonmd]

"Drink beer and watch football like a normal American male." Wilson retorted, more to needle the angel then because it was true.

"What I don't understand is how you get your feathers in such a state, short of unfurling them when I'm asleep and worrying at them with your own fingers." Wilson despaired as he had to carefully unknot a couple of primaries, hoping not to be forced to pluck any loose.

Sighing softly Wilson stood up and very carefully took hold of the topline of the wing. With a gentle tug he coaxed Phale into unfolding the wind to it's full extension, the brilliant white feathers distinct against the green grass as it spread outwards.

"There, now I can see what I'm doing."

Other Park Stuff

[a_phale]

There's lots of space not being used for wing-preening, too!

Re: Other Park Stuff

[mildly_super]

Clark had his umbrella with him just in case it started to rain again, as it was he always found the park to be pleasant whatever the weather. Well maybe not excessive heat.