[ Thank god he's messaged his people to keep them away. The picture they must make, cinched around each other, simultaneously holding each other off and drawing each other in. It's as though they've become a metaphor for themselves: wrapped up in each other, locked together, resisting the whole time. It's a tragic wreck they've become, so near John can feel Harry's breath, his magic like a physical cloak settling around them, and yet they're bickering and arguing all the same.
They're against the carpet now, such a slow, gradual process, John's not sure how they got there. But the stilts Harry has for legs are hooked awkwardly over John's hips, around his knees, and the visage of Harry Dresden on his back and flushed from mead and anger hits John like a fucking depth charge. He can feel it, how his eyes dilate, all while Harry's staring right at him.
Best that he plants his hands on the carpet. Best he pushes himself up. Best he hurries up and detangles them and gets off Dresden, but first there is that snarled question to answer. ]
Straight answers will cost you, [ John can't help parroting back. ] I've lost parts of myself. I've tied them off with a tourniquet and cut them off myself. I've painted targets and stood in the line of fire to rid myself of them. I've done it for this godforsaken city and for Amanda and for you and everyone between.
There's only two things that make you that desperate and foolish, Dresden. One of them's hate.
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it doesn't seem fair Harry would fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown?
Date: 2012-11-02 04:15 am (UTC)They're against the carpet now, such a slow, gradual process, John's not sure how they got there. But the stilts Harry has for legs are hooked awkwardly over John's hips, around his knees, and the visage of Harry Dresden on his back and flushed from mead and anger hits John like a fucking depth charge. He can feel it, how his eyes dilate, all while Harry's staring right at him.
Best that he plants his hands on the carpet. Best he pushes himself up. Best he hurries up and detangles them and gets off Dresden, but first there is that snarled question to answer. ]
Straight answers will cost you, [ John can't help parroting back. ] I've lost parts of myself. I've tied them off with a tourniquet and cut them off myself. I've painted targets and stood in the line of fire to rid myself of them. I've done it for this godforsaken city and for Amanda and for you and everyone between.
There's only two things that make you that desperate and foolish, Dresden. One of them's hate.