fandomtownies | The Park, Sunday Early Evening

Wilson had been out at the preserve saying goodbye to Parker and then had taken his time walking back in to town. His head was down, hands in his pockets as he walked along through the park, his feet on automatic pilot, leading him towards the bench.

The bench which was currently occupied by the subject of much of the young doctor's thoughts the past few days.

Wilson considered walking on but he pursed his lips thoughtfully and continued on down towards the bench.

Lucifer probably already knew he was close and it would seem ... cowardly to walk away. Besides, as he'd said that night, he liked the Advesary's company.

Of course he knew Wilson was there, he had developed an annoying sort of hyper awareness as to where the mortal was.

"Dr. Wilson," Lucifer greeted him, not having to slid over on the bench. He hadn't taken the center, instead sitting toward the side as if expecting someone.

He hesitated for a moment but then seemed to notice how Lucifer had settled himself on the bench and with a gentle smile, took up his position next to the Prince of Hell.

Leaning back against the back rest, he looked out across the pond and for a little while was content to be quiet. Certainly he could have remarked what a beautiful day it was but that seemed rather self evident and for the moment...

For the moment, it was a relief not to have been pushed away.

He was not one to push others away or force them under his sway. It was their own choice whether or not they found themselves close to him.

The ducklings continued to try and swarm around their feet, eager for any crumbs that might be dropped for them, but that was the only noise. Lucifer looked placidly out at the park, enjoying the beautiful day.

Leaning his elbow up on the back of the bench, Wilson chuckled softly as he watched the ducklings. It seemed to him as if they were paying particular attention to Lucifer's feet.

"They do that with Raphale as well," he said softly.

Lucifer looked down, raising an eyebrow at the overly friendly ducks. "Do they?"

"Usually the ducklings end up brooding on his instep," Wilson said in a relaxed conversational tone.

A tone that belied most of the tension he was feeling within.

Perhaps they were confused by the subconscious knowledge of the wings.

Or they just liked angels. One of those two seemed like a likely answer.

"I should hope they don't try that with me." And, just as he said that, one of the more adventurous ducklings decided to settle down on his shoe. This was not dignified.

It was the wings, totally the wings.

Wilson cleared his throat and looked politely away for a moment, pretending not to see the content little duckling as it settled it's downy feathers and adopted the proper brood position on Lucifer's shoe.

Allowing quiet to settle between them once again, Wilson seemed content to stare out at the pond for a bit.

"I think, in the cliche' versions of these moments, it would be my turn to say I was 'sorry' again. But the truth is, I'm not. Being so, would denote that I was in some way ashamed of how I feel and that would be a lie."

It certainly did appear to be content.

"I was not aware that there was a cliche about the relationship between a former ruler of hell, an angel and his consort," Lucifer replied dryly.

He might very well be making fun of the situation, one could never be certain with him.

Whether he was making fun of the situation or not, Wilson had to admit there was a bit of ... well, humor to be found there.

"I do rather supose there isn't a manual about these sorts of things is there?"

"Have you tried the book store in town? They might have one there."

Yes, he was most definitely mocking the situation.

"What section do you think that would be under? Celestial relationships for dummies or the how to sex section?"

There was little point in getting flustered over Lucifer's mocking of the situation. It would be like getting upset with the sun rising in the east.

Lucifer snorted with laughter at that, jarring the duckling slightly. There was a small disgruntled quacking noise before it settled back in.

"So you have no regrets over your feelings, hmm? And just what does Aziraphale think of this?"

Wilson's lips twitched at the picture made by the wee tiny duckling quacking with such authority at the Prince of Hell but then he looked back out across the pond with a pensive expression on his face.

"He has enough of his own emotions concerning you to deal with to be casting stones," Wilson said softly. "But he said that this is something that must unfold as it will and he feels that both you and he are lucky that I worry about you both."

It was certainly a very bold duck.

Lucifer looked out at the pond as well, face going carefully blank as he assimilated this bit of information.

After watching the blank countenance, that seemed so carefully sculpted by a hand no mortal could ever aspire to copy, Wilson also turned his gaze out towards the pond.

Outwardly he appeared calm and relaxed. Inward? Was another story entirely.

"And just where do you propose this goes next?" He asked, finally breaking the silence.

There was a long stretch of silence as Wilson sat on the bench and pondered Lucifer's question. It would have been easy to give a coy or leading response in return. It would have been very easy, not to mention scratched an itch of curiosity to turn the question back on the Advesary but even as Wilson pondered these options, he carefully dismissed them as being unworthy of the question.

Stroking his tongue over his lips he frowned a little worriedly and finally turned towards Lucifer.

"I would like to see this become everything it can be for all three of us. I recognize that there is a uniqueness in the relationship you share and in what you can offer to my mate and I also recognize that rather than feel jealous or belittled that it is something I can't fulfill, I need to embrace what it can mean for him, you and myself."

Lucifer continued to look out at the pond impassively. After a moment he closed his eyes and nodded in understanding.

"Then we will see what happens, won't we."

Eyes still out on the pond, Wilson smiled. It was the soft, rare expression that lent warmth up into his dark eyes and for a brief moment seemed to lift the weight of the world off his shoulders.

"You two really are more alike than either of you would ever admit," he whispered, caught at how Lucifer's words echoed Aziraphale's.

"I doubt he would be too pleased to hear that," Lucifer replied, looking amused.

"I don't think it upset him all that much. Seemed to make him more pensive than anything," Wilson said, admitting that he'd already said something to this effect to Aziraphale.

He was, perhaps, a wee curious about what Lucifer might think of that.

Lucifer could see the comparisons, but it made sense. Would he truly bother with an angel who didn't show any intelligence or hint of rebelliousness?

"Really? Was this before or after he learned of his fallen alternate self?"

"After," Wilson supplied, looking over at Lucifer curiously.

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