[ Okay, if that didn't work, Harry wasn't sure what he'd do. One of them down to glamour, and vulnerable in the middle of the woods with a dryad on their combined asses now? It'd be a lot of hauling Marcone around and trying to keep him from getting crushed or something. Not the best of situations to be in, but manageable. It could always be worse, don't let it get worse, he tells himself when he's able to, and opens his mouth to hiss "John" one more time--
but he gets up.
Harry's reaction is anything but dignified. He can't help throwing his hands up when the rifle swings, fires within inches of his own body and the dryad makes some agonized sound behind him. There's something he wants to say, but no time. Just a wide-eyed look at John before he spins on his toes and rises up. She's hurt people - maybe not killed them, but systematically got into their heads and hearts and hurt them. John's people, but just because he and John weren't friends it didn't mean that the bonds either of them had formed with others were invalidated.
Harry'd do the same. So he sets the dryad on fire and watches her burn. ]
So. [ His voice is terse, and his eyes are dark when he turns from the impromptu bonfire. Returns to John's side to pick apart the roots binding him to the ground. The tightness in his jaw is less anger and more worry. ] You okay? How'd you do that?
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Date: 2012-11-09 12:52 am (UTC)but he gets up.
Harry's reaction is anything but dignified. He can't help throwing his hands up when the rifle swings, fires within inches of his own body and the dryad makes some agonized sound behind him. There's something he wants to say, but no time. Just a wide-eyed look at John before he spins on his toes and rises up. She's hurt people - maybe not killed them, but systematically got into their heads and hearts and hurt them. John's people, but just because he and John weren't friends it didn't mean that the bonds either of them had formed with others were invalidated.
Harry'd do the same. So he sets the dryad on fire and watches her burn. ]
So. [ His voice is terse, and his eyes are dark when he turns from the impromptu bonfire. Returns to John's side to pick apart the roots binding him to the ground. The tightness in his jaw is less anger and more worry. ] You okay? How'd you do that?