[There is the role. There is the rage of having his territory poached. But there is also a rising manic feeling in John when his back is against Dresden's. Like it is transferring through touch. John chuckles, heat flooding his veins.] Lesser evils, Dresden.
[Harry's head turns, and John forces himself to mirror that, looking away from the danger, in case it's a feint. They need back-up, John knows. They are courting danger like this. The trees are against them-- why did John lure the dryad here? Obviously because it was the fastest solution, but goddammit, a tree just attacked him.
The whistling is a bigger startle than the tree was, and John turns to snap at Dresden to stop taunting the faerie.
That's when it happens. He catches the eyes of something, glistening bright in the forest, and then he's down.]
[The ground should be cold, but it's not. The grass is alive and vibrant and springy, a pillow of green beneath him
it's 15 degrees out
the sun is warm in the perfectly blue sky, so clear and cloudless, like the sky over the lake in June
it's past midnight
the hot wind warms him and ruffles his hair and seeps through his clothes and draws the cold out of his lungs
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Date: 2012-11-07 07:00 am (UTC)[Harry's head turns, and John forces himself to mirror that, looking away from the danger, in case it's a feint. They need back-up, John knows. They are courting danger like this. The trees are against them-- why did John lure the dryad here? Obviously because it was the fastest solution, but goddammit, a tree just attacked him.
The whistling is a bigger startle than the tree was, and John turns to snap at Dresden to stop taunting the faerie.
That's when it happens. He catches the eyes of something, glistening bright in the forest, and then he's down.]
[The ground should be cold, but it's not. The grass is alive and vibrant and springy, a pillow of green beneath him
it's 15 degrees out
the sun is warm in the perfectly blue sky, so clear and cloudless, like the sky over the lake in June
it's past midnight
the hot wind warms him and ruffles his hair and seeps through his clothes and draws the cold out of his lungs
wait a minute]