[ There is a voice, made muffled by all the mead and fiery tension and proximity. It sounds like Nathan. It's shouting at John to put this shit in reverse and get out because that's the deal with the Dresden-Marcone non-aggression pact: it's made of spit and duct tape and sheer force of will. It is a detente that wasn't built to last, and it was going up in smoke around them.
John knows all that, and doesn't care.
For one evening, Harry wants his attention and has it. He wants his open palm and has it. He wants John leaned over the table, ignoring the way the think creaks under the weight of two full grown men? Done. His neck stretched out, unguarded and ready for any act of violence Harry might have in mind? Fine.
All are worth the price of Dresden's secrets, the ones John hasn't dug up out of court documents or scoured from Unseelie gossip and pried out of a nigh-decade old soulgaze.
John breathes slowly, forcing calm as he moves in close enough to taste that tang of coiled magic that follows Dresden like a cloud of ozone and static. ]
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jhsfkjdja you are a fucking poetic RPer do you know that
Date: 2012-10-31 07:35 pm (UTC)John knows all that, and doesn't care.
For one evening, Harry wants his attention and has it. He wants his open palm and has it. He wants John leaned over the table, ignoring the way the think creaks under the weight of two full grown men? Done. His neck stretched out, unguarded and ready for any act of violence Harry might have in mind? Fine.
All are worth the price of Dresden's secrets, the ones John hasn't dug up out of court documents or scoured from Unseelie gossip and pried out of a nigh-decade old soulgaze.
John breathes slowly, forcing calm as he moves in close enough to taste that tang of coiled magic that follows Dresden like a cloud of ozone and static. ]