[ It occurs to him that the last time he was in these woods, lovely dark and deep, he wound up in a similar position. Marcone with the rifle, the laser sight, and all of it angled inches away from giving him a bullet to the brainpain and lights out for good. Uncanny, how the emotions he'd felt then were so similar to then. Except there was a loup-garou, not a dryad. More teeth than splinters.
Harry's own sense of mortality comes and goes when it pleases, crouched before Marcone as he is - he feels very, very, alarmingly mortal. He curls his fingers back to his palm, diffusing the hum he can feel aching at the back of his teeth and puts the focus into the shield bracelet around his wrist. Nice and agonizingly steady. Just in case the Baron decides he's still going to put his finger to that trigger. ]
The dryad. [ He answers pointedly, voice as low to the ground as he is. ] I've been chasing her all over, working a case. [ Now she was here, somewhere, on Marcone's estate and Harry's a trespasser as well. He stands slowly, his left hand out in what could have been a placating gesture, but was more likely to be him wearing his shield at the ready. ] I thought she was after you next. It wouldn't have been the first time, and on your own turf too.
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Date: 2012-11-06 05:48 am (UTC)Harry's own sense of mortality comes and goes when it pleases, crouched before Marcone as he is - he feels very, very, alarmingly mortal. He curls his fingers back to his palm, diffusing the hum he can feel aching at the back of his teeth and puts the focus into the shield bracelet around his wrist. Nice and agonizingly steady. Just in case the Baron decides he's still going to put his finger to that trigger. ]
The dryad. [ He answers pointedly, voice as low to the ground as he is. ] I've been chasing her all over, working a case. [ Now she was here, somewhere, on Marcone's estate and Harry's a trespasser as well. He stands slowly, his left hand out in what could have been a placating gesture, but was more likely to be him wearing his shield at the ready. ] I thought she was after you next. It wouldn't have been the first time, and on your own turf too.