The Park - Monday late morning

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson whos internet died last night causing much woe and Aziraphale had gone home from the memorial and spent a quiet night with a few bottles of wine and good memories of Bel Not!Dirty.

Morning found them awake a itching with some pent up energy. The lack of classes meant that some of that energy was expended in a natural adult activity but after getting cleaned up and enjoying some breakfast the pair tumbled out of the house and headed out into the park to play in the snow before it all melted away.

Play today took the form of trying to pummel each other into various snow drifts. After a few passes in which the doctor managed to stuff large amounts of snow down the back of Phale’s sweater, the angel banished his sweater and the shirt beneath and unfurled broad white wings. He also took advantage of Wilson’s momentary pause and stare at nekkid angel chest to drop a tree full of snow on the oncologist’s head.

The snow squabble heated up in earnest at that point. Aziraphale formed up groups of snowballs and then used his wings to buffet the little snowy missiles at the doctor who was forced to take cover behind a tree. But, not to be kept down for long, Wilson charged the angel, knocking into the other man and sending them both tail over teacups down a small incline.

As both men scrabbled to their feet, it became obvious that the angel’s wings had become a handicap as Phale had to take a moment to get to his feet and shake the heavy clinging snow out of the feathers before he could take off after the rapidly fleeing mortal.

[ooc: Open as parks are and the snowfight with Phale and Wilson is open as well! One word of warning, they play rough.]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale hadn't considered the possibility of snow-logged feathers when he'd unfurled the wings, but he decided that the distraction factor alone was worth the trouble. Giving the wings a shake that sent snow flying in all directions, he then tore after Wilson, determined to head him off and herd the young doctor toward a particularly promising-looking snowdrift.

"I hope you don't think that you're going to get away with that!" he called out, blue eyes taking on a slightly predatory glint.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Ha! Mortals rule!" Wilson shot back, grabbing up some snow while he ran around and then spinning about to send it winging towards the angel.

Then, as if he suddenly realized what that sneaky angel was up to, the oncologist ducked off to the left, attempting to make a break for a couple of trees before Phale could get him penned off and turned back towards the promising snowdrift.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Damn, and it had been such a good plan too!

Really, Wilson was getting far to clever about figuring out the angel's intentions. Aziraphale ducked as the snowball came his way, flattening his wings against his back, and then changed his tactics entirely.

Slowing, he dropped back so that the young doctor did reach the relative safety of the trees, and then took a path that put the trees between the two of them, screening him momentarily from view.

Wilson might have heard that tell-tale sound of soft music right before Aziraphale disappeared, then reappeared a moment later directly behind the mortal. And dumped a generous handful of snow down the man's back.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

His wee mortal mind barely had time to register what was about to happen when all of a sudden it was happening and he was yelping, loud enough to echo through the trees of the park.

"Oh, you are a dead angel!" Wilson snarled with mock ferocity before he spun around and body slammed into the angel, trying to physically drive Phale back up against a tree, which would most likely dump snow down on the pair of them. But since he already had snow trickling down the back of his neck, he wasn't too concerned!

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

If it hadn't been just in play, Aziraphale would have planted his feet and been utterly immovable. But where was the fun in that? So instead, he let the young doctor's body slam throw him back against the tree, shaking the snow down atop them just as Wilson had planned.

However, none of the snow seemed to actually hit the angel. Rather, it rained down around him, as if he stood under an invisible umbrella.

Wilson, was not so lucky.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

....

Which is how the angel came to have a large snowball uncerimoniously stuffed down the front of his rather tight fitting jeans!

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Okay, now the young doctor was playing dirty!

With an undignified squeak, Aziraphale pounced on Wilson, grabbing him up and tossing him unceremoniously into a large and convenient snowbank that mysteriously made an appearance just beside them.

"You just remember that tonight, love!" he exclaimed, laughter taking the edge off the threat.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It was Wilson's turn for a small squeak as he found himself flying through the air into a snowbank that ploomed up around him when he landed in it.

"Oh...you want to play like that?!" He exclaimed with mock indignation and making sure that he was completely snow covered he took a running jump, landing on the angel's bare back, right between his wings.

Snow human!

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Ack! The angel had a snow-covered doctor clinging to his back! That was so unfair!

"Well, you started it!" he exclaimed, still laughing as he tried to figure out a way to dislodge Wilson. The wings were a bit of a liability again, although they did come in handy for buffetting up a good bit of snow. Of course, with the young doctor already covered in it, that didn't really do much good.

Finally, Aziraphale decided on the rather extreme measure of throwing the both of them into a snowbank, and when Wilson let go as he landed with a bit of an 'oof', then angel turned the tables and pinned him down in the snow.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Drat it!

The logical side of Wilson's mind was currently kicked back, laughing it's ass off at the idea that Wilson was going to get the better of Aziraphale in any sort of combat -mock or no- and Wilson told that part of his mind to shut up as he wriggled and tried to free himself.

Luckily, it was completely understood durning these moments of rough play that anything was free game and thus when a wing happened to dip into reach, Wilson quickly lunged forward, teeth snapping at the top line.

Biting was totally in the rules!!! Well... Wilson's copy of the rules at least.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Biting was so totally not in the rules!

Also, it was very likely to distract a particular angel who had a tendency to react to such things, particularly when his wings were involved. Really, Wilson was a horrid cheat!

Aziraphale made a strangled sound that was half squeak and half cough, and released his hold on the young doctor, wings flailing a little.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Was not! Nah nah nah nah!

Wilson wasted no time in wriggling free of his lover's weight and was on his feet and dashing back out across the open lawn of the park, plotting his next attack!

The ducks, who had taken refuge out on the pond, bobbed serenly and watched the pair of idiots silly buggers as they careened through the snow.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Watching with narrowed eyes as the young doctor bolted across the snow, Aziraphale commenced to plotting his own next move.

Sometimes, the most straight-forward approach was the best one. So with a heavy beat of his wings, he launched himself forward.

Which was why one minute, Wilson was running and cackling with glee, and the next minute he was face-planted in the snow.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Chipper that she didn't have to go home for Spring Break, Annette donned her coat and gloves and headed to the park. She also brought her camera just in case the ducks or something decided to walk backwards. One could just never know these things until they happened.

Fiddling with her camera, she paused on the walkway to get the film put in right and didn't yet notice the two who were playing in the snow.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

She might have noticed them as a flying tackle on behalf of the angel, sent the pair oofing and tumbling across the snow, broad wings flailing for balance and thus throwing snow everywhere as the pair wrestled furiously to see who could get snow down who's pants first!

Dratted no shirt wearing angel!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

A spray of cold, wet snow misted over her face in a quick sudden affront that had her gasping sharply, and looking up as the pair tumbled across the snow ahead of her.

Recognizing Mr. Phale's wings and Dr. Wilson, Annette hurriedly got her film in the proper way and started after them, running so that she could get in a few good pictures.

It was hard though; she was wanting to laugh at their rough play of seeing who could get snow down each others pants first.

Click. Click. Click.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale heard the clicking sound, and gave Wilson the opening he needed when he paused to look around for the source of the noise.

Seeing the young woman and the camera, however, a sly smile crossed his face. Sharing a look with the young doctor, the angel flicked his hand and sent a shower of snow in Annette's direction.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

...and that would be about the time she was checking her pockets for extra rolls of film.

Her gasp was loud and open mouthed which meant she got a mouth full of the wet cold stuff and she took a couple steps back, blinking, shaking her head, realizing exactly what had happened and who had done it.

With a little squee!noise she scrambled behind a large shrub and shoved her camera in her pocket. Then giggling quietly to herself, she dropped to her knees and began making snowballs, one after the other as fast as she could.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Showing the same ability to silently plot as they had when they'd been toddlers, Wilson set about making a good amount of noise from the direction Annette had last seen them.

Hopefully enough noise to block out the soft whisper of ethereal music as the other half of the pair disappeared and then...oh, my...would you look at that? Actually, hopefully Annette wouldn't look back in time to dodge the dual handful of snow that Phale -who had appeared right behind her- was about to drop on her head.

[ooc: Phale modded with permission. :)]

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Giggling as she was, she didn't hear anything behind her. In fact, when she thought she had enough snowballs to at least plow the both of them with a goodly amount, she looked up and peeked through the shrubbery.

Frowning slightly, snowball in each hand, she moved her head this way and that to try and locate both of them. "You are both going to get it," she whispered to herself. "When I spot you again, that is. Come out come out wherever you are..." She giggled again, unware of Mr. Phale directly behind her.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Feeling almost (but not really) sorry for Annette, Aziraphale smiled to himself, and winked at the young doctor in his hiding place. When she called out to try and draw them into the open, the angel chuckled under his breath.

"Quite, my dear," he said in a soft, amused tone. Just before dumping the snow he was holding in his cupped hands directly over Annette's head.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

His voice behind her startled her and she turned and looked up just as the snow was dumped on her head. "Ohhhh!" And it caught into her coat collar, front and back, sending icy rivulets down her back and chest.

Hopping up quickly, she stared in open-eyed surprise at the angel. "How'd you..." She shook her head and laughed and then threw her snowballs, directly at his face.

And she bent to retrieve the others she had made. "Where's your partner in crime?" She giggled out as she began to throw more. "He's afraid of me, isn't he?" Hee hee!

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Naaahhh." Came the amused voice of the second half of the pair as Wilson, who had moved in closer when Phale no longer needed a distraction, popped up from behind the bush with a handfull of little snowball bombs.

Plop, plop, plop they were totally headed for the top of Annette's head, so they could explode -like eggs!- and dribble right down her neck.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Eeeeeeeeeeee!" The snow was freezing! And she jumped away from the bush when the little snowballs rained down on her from Mr. Wilson.

It was time to play dirty. Annette realized that now. She was a girl, surely they would take that into consideration, wouldn't they?

Moving away quickly from the bush and the two snowmen, Annette turned her back on them and knelt down, holding her face as she started to pretendy-like cry. With her other hand, she slowly started to bring big scoops of snow towards her knees.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

No, they really wouldn't go easier on her for being a girl. They knew too many women who would happily embark on an ass-kicking to make that mistake.

Also, although the crying was a nice touch, Aziraphale had already been had by Annette once with that sort of ploy. So he shot a bemused grin at Wilson, and then replied with a bit of trickery of his own.

"Oh dear, are you quite all right, my dear?" he asked, in a convincingly worried tone. Moving closer, he bent down over Annette and then, making like he was going to reach out to help her up, he dropped a snowball down her back instead.