Aziraphale figured his and Wilson's house would be the safest place to attempt whatever the girls had come up with to get him back into a body of his own. So he asked Wilson to set up a place in the living room for them to meet ( Read more... )

Aziraphale pressed his face against Wilson's chest, unable to help a little smile at how much his mate's scent comforted him. The young doctor had finally come in the library late the previous night, and gently insisted the angel come to bed. There'd been a cup of tea waiting on the nightstand, and rather than ask questions, Wilson had simply ( Read more... )

Aziraphale's brief visit with Jack had gone badly in ways he'd never anticipated, and when he got back to the house he entered by the front door through the shop and went directly upstairs to the library. There he closed the door, sank down into his armchair, and stared at a spot on the carpet ( Read more... )

Aziraphale figured the word-of-mouth culture around Milieux would be sufficient to pass the word about the holiday potluck he and Wilson were hosting on Christmas Eve. So instead of bothering with hanging posters, the pair spent the morning cooking, the door to the house propped open to welcome anyone who stopped by ( Read more... )

So, here's the rundown on my availability for the next few days ( Read more... )

Today, there was Christmas music playing. Rather loudly, in fact, and Aziraphale was humming under his breath as he baked spice cake in the kitchen, and waited for Marie to arrive.

There was decorating to be done!

[ooc: Mostly for the adopted daughter-type-person, but conceivably open before her arrival. I will be SP a bit this morning, and then ( Read more... )

There was no Christmas music playing on the stereo, because it didn't feel quite right without the decorations being up just yet, so Aziraphale had put on one of his favorite jazz CDs instead. He wasn't sure whether Jack would be dropping by before or after dinner, so there was a simple casserole in the fridge just in case. And a fresh pot of ( Read more... )

After his still being played morning talk with Lana, Aziraphale had spent some time in the kitchen baking. It was partly a way for him to settle his thoughts, and partly because he was expecting company for tea ( Read more... )

Just a quick note on my availability status for the next couple of days. I'll be out of town babysitting my goddaughter, so my computer access will probably be limited to checking email and flists Saturday evening as the baby allows. I'll be home sometime on Sunday, although not sure quite when ( Read more... )

Aziraphale had been pleasantly surprised when a rather hyperactive former time agent invited himself over for dinner Wednesday evening. He apologized for the fact that his cooking skills were mostly limited to desserts, but did manage a reasonable salad and pasta ( Read more... )