Berith's fingernails bit into his temples. He knew well that punishment to the physical form did nothing to expel images in the mind, but it was a help to feel anything on the plane he currently occupied. Sobering.
It made no sense for him to be here. Justice had not been to Earth since the first light of Creation. Something was happening here, something that Aziraphale and Adam had not mentioned, unsurprisingly. He would have left, but that carried too much meaning with it, and he could not afford to back down the other's presence. It did not mean he had to go looking for him, though.
He stood, lit a pipe and went to the window. The sill turned gold before he had chance to think of it, and he cursed the lack of control. Changing it back to its boring off-white, he watched the smoke drift out the window and waited for silence.
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Date: 2007-02-20 11:06 pm (UTC)It made no sense for him to be here. Justice had not been to Earth since the first light of Creation. Something was happening here, something that Aziraphale and Adam had not mentioned, unsurprisingly. He would have left, but that carried too much meaning with it, and he could not afford to back down the other's presence. It did not mean he had to go looking for him, though.
He stood, lit a pipe and went to the window. The sill turned gold before he had chance to think of it, and he cursed the lack of control. Changing it back to its boring off-white, he watched the smoke drift out the window and waited for silence.