[Laying on the ground was lovely when in the throes of a glamour hallucination, but the moment it was thrown off, the freezing cold settles back in. The roots that scraped along John's skin, digging in as he launched into action, hurt with that sort of numb stinging that comes from mixing the cold and pain. Harry's hands though are hot, so much so that John wonders if something about the spellwork heats his skin. Either way, the fleeting touches are a comfort.
John sits up, wincing. Nothing makes you feel your age quite like winter. He takes a moment to just breathe before taking Harry's hands and letting himself be pulled up.] I'm unsure what to tell you. It's just glamour. I've never had any problems with it.
[John looks where Harry is pointing and a fiendish grin takes over his face, something truly dark and unsettling in the smoldering firelight. So Harry did set the blasted thing on fire for him.] Oh, Mr. Dresden, you shouldn't have. [In that exact tone of someone who's gotten a lovely gift.]
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Date: 2012-11-09 05:06 am (UTC)John sits up, wincing. Nothing makes you feel your age quite like winter. He takes a moment to just breathe before taking Harry's hands and letting himself be pulled up.] I'm unsure what to tell you. It's just glamour. I've never had any problems with it.
[John looks where Harry is pointing and a fiendish grin takes over his face, something truly dark and unsettling in the smoldering firelight. So Harry did set the blasted thing on fire for him.] Oh, Mr. Dresden, you shouldn't have. [In that exact tone of someone who's gotten a lovely gift.]