On the roof, sunrise
Feb. 19th, 2006 06:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demonbelthazorBel sat on the room, his legs hanging over the edge of the dorms as he watched the sun rise. In his gloved hands he held a small object which he turned over and over again. It wasn't the cold that made him wear gloves; it was knowing what the slightest cut from the blade could do to him.
He could easily shimmer into Angel's room (or Callisto's) and deal with Angel while he slept. It wouldn't be cowardness, just convenience. A quick slash of the dagger, and it would be done. Angelus would be back.
But he hesitated.
He vanished the dagger, sending it to the dimensional pocket where his athames were. Continuing to watch the sun rise, he sighed, trying to sort out what to do.
He could easily shimmer into Angel's room (or Callisto's) and deal with Angel while he slept. It wouldn't be cowardness, just convenience. A quick slash of the dagger, and it would be done. Angelus would be back.
But he hesitated.
He vanished the dagger, sending it to the dimensional pocket where his athames were. Continuing to watch the sun rise, he sighed, trying to sort out what to do.
