The fire crackles in the silence, describing the seconds that slip by as eloquently as any clock. The light it casts is flattering, the more so now that the sun outside has started to slant away from the windows. It hides shadows by creating more, and makes a kind of artistry out of sharp bones and harsh angles - a pattern of light and dark that's nearly aesthetic, rather than ascetic.
When Crowley reaches up and slides his sunglasses from his nose, it makes very little difference.
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Date: 2009-08-12 03:46 am (UTC)The fire crackles in the silence, describing the seconds that slip by as eloquently as any clock. The light it casts is flattering, the more so now that the sun outside has started to slant away from the windows. It hides shadows by creating more, and makes a kind of artistry out of sharp bones and harsh angles - a pattern of light and dark that's nearly aesthetic, rather than ascetic.
When Crowley reaches up and slides his sunglasses from his nose, it makes very little difference.