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a-phale.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomtownies2005-11-22 08:33 pm
The Park, Near the Duck Pond, Tuesday Evening
After the previous night's disastrous escapade, Aziraphale hadn't taken any chances with upsetting Crowley. He'd even asked the demon's permission to go and sit in the park for a while, which had been granted on the condition that the angel take a warm blanket and a thermos of tea along with him.
So now Aziraphale is sitting on his favorite bench near the duck pond, wearing his wool coat and scarf, a heavy blanket over his lap, sipping mint tea from a mug and watching the cold November air create tiny crystals of frost on the world.
((Open to anyone who'd like to chat.))
((ETA: Thread closed. Must sleep!))
So now Aziraphale is sitting on his favorite bench near the duck pond, wearing his wool coat and scarf, a heavy blanket over his lap, sipping mint tea from a mug and watching the cold November air create tiny crystals of frost on the world.
((Open to anyone who'd like to chat.))
((ETA: Thread closed. Must sleep!))
