Never had any--. But how? [ That stings in one of those impersonal "hey so guess what there are people out there who can shrug of faerie glamour like its a coat and you've just stepped inside so it's not necessary take it off and hang it up" ways. He loosely wraps his fingers around John's pulse, curls his hands around his and helps him to his feet without much problem. Fire still curls and prowls at the corners of his eyes, prepared to strike out against the roots that held John down, at the remnants of the glamour if he could.
He should let go now. But the knuckles of his fingers brush along John's palms and Harry swallows hard and allows himself that before he gestures flippantly and puts his game face back on. John's grin sends his heart crashing up into his throat, shivering there as he turns to look back at the embers and ashes of the dryad with what might be that characteristic guilt and brittle willpower of his. Shit, he's not supposed to be doing things like this. ]
She hurt you and yours. I'm not a taxidermist, but I'm pretty sure you know how to sweep her under a rug. Can you walk? I'd like to find my staff and get you home, it's freezing out here.
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Date: 2012-11-09 05:37 am (UTC)He should let go now. But the knuckles of his fingers brush along John's palms and Harry swallows hard and allows himself that before he gestures flippantly and puts his game face back on. John's grin sends his heart crashing up into his throat, shivering there as he turns to look back at the embers and ashes of the dryad with what might be that characteristic guilt and brittle willpower of his. Shit, he's not supposed to be doing things like this. ]
She hurt you and yours. I'm not a taxidermist, but I'm pretty sure you know how to sweep her under a rug. Can you walk? I'd like to find my staff and get you home, it's freezing out here.