50-A Minotaur Lane, Late Afternoon
After an energetic romp in the park and a somewhat worrisome stop at the bookshop, Monday afternoon found Aziraphale and Wilson curled up on the couch in their living room. A fire crackled in the woodstove, giving the room a comfortable warmth that was particularly appealing given the cold and damp state in which they returned home.
The angel was ensconsed on the corner of the couch, propped up against the arm, with Wilson snuggled against his chest and a tartan blanket covering the both of them. The telly was on, playing an old black-and-white movie, and the remains of a pizza were laid out on the coffee table, while the two men were sharing a bottle of Guiness.
Pretty much a perfect way to end the afternoon.
[ooc: Wilson modded with permission, of course.]
The angel was ensconsed on the corner of the couch, propped up against the arm, with Wilson snuggled against his chest and a tartan blanket covering the both of them. The telly was on, playing an old black-and-white movie, and the remains of a pizza were laid out on the coffee table, while the two men were sharing a bottle of Guiness.
Pretty much a perfect way to end the afternoon.
[ooc: Wilson modded with permission, of course.]