The Park, Sunday Evening

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale realizes that he hardly ever gets out to sit in the park anymore, and that he hasn't been since the night he and Crowley went for a walk and chatted with Belthazor. So, he puts on his overcoat and a scarf, tucks a thermos of tea under his arm and a sack of leftover scones from Saturday's party into his pocket, and heads off for his favorite bench near the pond.


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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten stumbles out of the TARDIS, looking a bit wild-eyed. He's in desperate need of fresh air, as he hasn't been out since Friday. But he HAS made it nearly through The Horse and His Boy.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The angel turns to look as the door of the TARDIS opens. At first he's concerned that the Doctor might be ill, and begins to stand.

"Doctor? Are you quite all right?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale! [He looks genuinely pleased.] I'm fine, just knackered from reading too much. How are you? Haven't seen you in ages!

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Quite well, in fact. Thank you for asking. It has been a rather long while, hasn't it? I haven't been out much lately, the which I intend to rectify. Sit a spell with me if you like."

He smiles warmly and waves a hand at the bench.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Sounds brilliant. [He plops down next to Aziraphale on the bench, wrapping his winter coat about him.] I've been a bit insular myself of late. [squinting at the bag in Aziraphale's hand] Are those scones?

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Indeed. Would you like one," he asks, eyes twinkling a bit. "I have a thermos of tea to go with."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I might do. If they have currants in them. And aren't flavoured with avocado. [He scowls.] I had a strange dream about turning into one the other night.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The angel coughs a bit at the mention of Ten's dream, blinking rapidly. Pulling a scone out of the sack, he hands it to the Doctor -- it's currant, of course, and warm.

"Tea?" he says, in a slightly strained voice.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten doesn't notice, being a bit out of it. He takes the scone.] Please, if you don't mind.

[hawktobias.livejournal.com]

A red-tailed hawk watches Aziraphale from a tree nearby. He sees the ducks come waddling towards the tossed crumbs, and restrains himself from trying to take a swing at them. He's not starving, and it would be very rude of him.
He flies to a closer tree and continues to watch.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Noticing the hawk, and noticing that it's watching him, Aziraphale smiles and lays a piece of scone on the arm of the bench, at the other end from where he's sitting. He goes back to crumbling the one in his hand and tossing it to the ducks at his feet, but he watches the raptor out of the corner of his eye.

[hawktobias.livejournal.com]

The hawk cocks his head, slightly confused. "Is he trying to feed me a scone?" he thinks. This amuses him a little and he walks along the branch, getting closer to the bench. He tries to think of a way that he could approach without seeming threatening.
He gets the strangely foreign feeling that he can trust this man and takes a chance, gliding down gracefully and landing on the back of the bench. He hops down to the seat near the scone and pushes it with his beak back to Aziraphale, then looks at him curiously.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale turns his head and smiles at the bird. Reaching slowly across the bench, he picks up the scone and cocks his head at the bird.

"Would you prefer it in smaller pieces, or are you not fond of scones, my dear?"

[hawktobias.livejournal.com]

Tobias shakes his head disapprovingly at the pastry, but stays on the bench. The ducks start to scatter, nervous from the predator in their midst. He notices this and seems to bow his head a little in appology.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's quite all right. It isn't as if they don't get fed enough as it is. Although a bit less frequently, now that the cold weathers come."

He drops the piece of scone back into the paper sack, and then pulls out a bit of raw rabbit, which he holds out calmly toward the hawk.

[hawktobias.livejournal.com]

Tobias looks to the man, then the meat, then back to the man.
The hawk part of him wants to take it. It seems fresh enough, and he didn't have to do any work for it. If anything went wrong, he could fly away easily.
His human mind isn't that convinced.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Nodding in understanding, Aziraphale places the bit of meat on the bench, then goes back to feeding the ducks.

"My name's Aziraphale," he says. "I have a book store here. I don't believe we've met."


[ooc: No worries. Slow-play is fine. :)]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Back from the Church, she sees Mr. Phale and decides to pick on him a bit.] You naughty boy, you ditched Mass.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"I decided to take my communion in the outdoors instead. 'For Christ plays in ten thousand places, lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his.'" Aziraphale looks up and smiles at CJ.

"Will you join me for a spell? Have some tea?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Mr. Phale, I'd love to. [She slides in next to him] How are you feeling? I haven't seen you in a while.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"I'm so much better, my dear. Thanks you to and my other dear friends." He realizes he hasn't really done a very good job of giving his thanks for what everyone had done for him, and leaning over he gives her a light kiss on the cheek.

"Are you having a pleasant day?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Eh...yes and no. [She reaches up to touch his kiss, smiling, and her sleeve falls, revealing bruises, healing into sickening colors. She is unfazed.]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The angel notices the bruises immediately -- in truth, he'd known something was wrong the minute he laid eyes on CJ. He puts a hand very lightly on hers, barely a touch.

"My dear..." His voice is quiet and calm, giving her the space to tell him if she wants, or to brush it off if she prefers.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She smiles softly at him, putting her other hand on top of his and leaning into his shoulder.] Yes?

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Are you quite all right? Is there anything I can do?"

Aziraphale keeps his tone even, not wanting to give the sense that he's upset, as CJ doesn't seem to be upset herself.