Every sense of Uriel's was screaming at him as he neared Raphael. He grasped the hilt of his sword even tighter, mentally preparing himself for what he'd have to do. It scared him, scared him more than anything else had ever done, but he would do it. It was his duty.
When he came near enough to see Raphael in the park, however, he realized that it would not be easy. Michael was there too. He would surely cause problems.
Uriel bit his lip. He did not want this. he'd never wanted any of this, he had tried to warn Raphael, warn them both, and they hadn't listened. They never listened.
It hurt.
Slowly he started to head down. This near to Raphael his vision was altering, allowing him to see the glow of Presence around his two fellow archangels, as well as the glowing cords of power that connected them to Him. They were different colours -- Raphael's was yellow and Michael's red; humans hadn't been exactly amiss when picking their symbolic colours -- but they had in common the white strands of Him woven among their own power.
His own aura was now visible to him too, the greenish glow and pure white strands making it harder for him to see the corporeal forms of Raphael and Michael. He did see their angelic forms, however, the Presence like a filter on his vision.
Without a word he landed on the ground, watching them both seriously, his sword at ready.
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Date: 2006-02-26 08:24 am (UTC)When he came near enough to see Raphael in the park, however, he realized that it would not be easy. Michael was there too. He would surely cause problems.
Uriel bit his lip. He did not want this. he'd never wanted any of this, he had tried to warn Raphael, warn them both, and they hadn't listened. They never listened.
It hurt.
Slowly he started to head down. This near to Raphael his vision was altering, allowing him to see the glow of Presence around his two fellow archangels, as well as the glowing cords of power that connected them to Him. They were different colours -- Raphael's was yellow and Michael's red; humans hadn't been exactly amiss when picking their symbolic colours -- but they had in common the white strands of Him woven among their own power.
His own aura was now visible to him too, the greenish glow and pure white strands making it harder for him to see the corporeal forms of Raphael and Michael. He did see their angelic forms, however, the Presence like a filter on his vision.
Without a word he landed on the ground, watching them both seriously, his sword at ready.