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The FTEC - Saturday Day
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After Phale had fallen asleep, Wilson had rested back against the pillows gently threading his fingers through the angel's short blonde hair as he sought to sooth and bring his lover ease through the calm tenderness of his touch.
There was no chance of his sleeping, not with Phale to watch over and Phoebe to be concerned about and so the night was left to slowly unwind it's dark blanket across fandom as Wilson stared down at his lover's pale hair, frowning slightly in response to the chaotic thoughts chasing themselves to and fro in his mind.
Wrapped in the soothing touch of the young doctor's arms, Aziraphale slept deeply, oblivious to the concerns his lover was battling. It was only several hours later, when his sleep became a light rest instead, that he began to be aware of the tension in the body he lay against. Opening his eyes, he slowly raised his head.
"James love..." he said in a still-sleepy voice. "What's wrong?"
"Shhhss." Wilson admonished softly, opening his eyes where he'd had them briefly closed and looking down at the angel. Shifting one leg slightly, he stroked his hand across the other man's shoulder, reaching to touch the soft lay of feathers in a soothing manner.
"You should still be asleep, Raphale." He whispered gently. "I'm just being pensive about a couple of things, I'm sorry to have woken you, go back to sleep."
"You're more than pensive, James, you're troubled." The angel laid his head back down onto Wilson's chest, but he was frowning. "You haven't slept, have you?" he whispered.
Aziraphale had to admit that at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, to let his lover's hands calm him until he had no thoughts outside the room they were in. But a sense of duty and his love for the young doctor, pushed him to stay awake, to try and make things right.
Gently, he continued to stroke and touch the angel, letting it carry the depth of his concern and worry but also his love and support to the man.
"I was actually considering a short resting of my eyes when you woke up just now." It was the truth, as the minutes had slowly ticked by and Phale's breathing had been steady and calm, his feathers warm and soft rather than broken and scattered across the floor, Wilson had begun to relax to the point where he might have been able to doctor doze, the light doze state that could rest the body and mind, yet kept them alert and aware for any possible emergency.
"Do, James," he replied, relaxing again under Wilson's touch. "Rest. I'm not ill, you've no need to worry."
Aziraphale would have added that the doctor needn't worry for Phoebe either, but he knew it was fruitless. Wilson would worry until she was no longer his patient, if he stopped even then.
Unable to resist the siren call of sleep, the angel closed his eyes, snuggling close the warmth of his lover's body, and let himself fall back into his rest.
Wilson had been true to his word and though he hadn’t slept deep he had managed to close his eyes and doze for a few hours until daylight and a need to check in on Phoebe finally got the better of him.
Phale had woken briefly when the young doctor had moved out from beneath him and when Wilson assured the angel that he was only going to go down stairs, check on Phoebe and let Cash out for a run the other man had settled back down to sleep. Wilson had still taken a couple minutes to just sit on the bed beside him, stroking his hair until he was certain Phale was back into the deep restful sleep the angel needed.
Showering and changing into jeans and a soft forest green sweater, Wilson had whistled Cash from where the puppy had been a wonderful little puppy and slept on the couch for the night. Letting Cash out the back door to run in the small fenced in area at the back of the building, Wilson called the puppy back to him with the promise of a longer run a little later. Deciding to keep Cash with him, Wilson stopped in the check up on Phoebe and Bel before he headed to the front of the Clinic to open the doors and do a little work at the front desk.
[ooc: Phoebe!Mun, I didn't know if you needed a post for interactions so I figured I'd go ahead and set this up in case you do need it. If you want Phoebe to have spoken with Wilson when he poked his head in, just grab him in a comment, otherwise don't worry about it.]
a_phale]After Phale had fallen asleep, Wilson had rested back against the pillows gently threading his fingers through the angel's short blonde hair as he sought to sooth and bring his lover ease through the calm tenderness of his touch.
There was no chance of his sleeping, not with Phale to watch over and Phoebe to be concerned about and so the night was left to slowly unwind it's dark blanket across fandom as Wilson stared down at his lover's pale hair, frowning slightly in response to the chaotic thoughts chasing themselves to and fro in his mind.
Wrapped in the soothing touch of the young doctor's arms, Aziraphale slept deeply, oblivious to the concerns his lover was battling. It was only several hours later, when his sleep became a light rest instead, that he began to be aware of the tension in the body he lay against. Opening his eyes, he slowly raised his head.
"James love..." he said in a still-sleepy voice. "What's wrong?"
"Shhhss." Wilson admonished softly, opening his eyes where he'd had them briefly closed and looking down at the angel. Shifting one leg slightly, he stroked his hand across the other man's shoulder, reaching to touch the soft lay of feathers in a soothing manner.
"You should still be asleep, Raphale." He whispered gently. "I'm just being pensive about a couple of things, I'm sorry to have woken you, go back to sleep."
"You're more than pensive, James, you're troubled." The angel laid his head back down onto Wilson's chest, but he was frowning. "You haven't slept, have you?" he whispered.
Aziraphale had to admit that at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, to let his lover's hands calm him until he had no thoughts outside the room they were in. But a sense of duty and his love for the young doctor, pushed him to stay awake, to try and make things right.
Gently, he continued to stroke and touch the angel, letting it carry the depth of his concern and worry but also his love and support to the man.
"I was actually considering a short resting of my eyes when you woke up just now." It was the truth, as the minutes had slowly ticked by and Phale's breathing had been steady and calm, his feathers warm and soft rather than broken and scattered across the floor, Wilson had begun to relax to the point where he might have been able to doctor doze, the light doze state that could rest the body and mind, yet kept them alert and aware for any possible emergency.
"Do, James," he replied, relaxing again under Wilson's touch. "Rest. I'm not ill, you've no need to worry."
Aziraphale would have added that the doctor needn't worry for Phoebe either, but he knew it was fruitless. Wilson would worry until she was no longer his patient, if he stopped even then.
Unable to resist the siren call of sleep, the angel closed his eyes, snuggling close the warmth of his lover's body, and let himself fall back into his rest.
Wilson had been true to his word and though he hadn’t slept deep he had managed to close his eyes and doze for a few hours until daylight and a need to check in on Phoebe finally got the better of him.
Phale had woken briefly when the young doctor had moved out from beneath him and when Wilson assured the angel that he was only going to go down stairs, check on Phoebe and let Cash out for a run the other man had settled back down to sleep. Wilson had still taken a couple minutes to just sit on the bed beside him, stroking his hair until he was certain Phale was back into the deep restful sleep the angel needed.
Showering and changing into jeans and a soft forest green sweater, Wilson had whistled Cash from where the puppy had been a wonderful little puppy and slept on the couch for the night. Letting Cash out the back door to run in the small fenced in area at the back of the building, Wilson called the puppy back to him with the promise of a longer run a little later. Deciding to keep Cash with him, Wilson stopped in the check up on Phoebe and Bel before he headed to the front of the Clinic to open the doors and do a little work at the front desk.
[ooc: Phoebe!Mun, I didn't know if you needed a post for interactions so I figured I'd go ahead and set this up in case you do need it. If you want Phoebe to have spoken with Wilson when he poked his head in, just grab him in a comment, otherwise don't worry about it.]
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