That is what you meant. When you told me it's morning. [John is... Perhaps he should have a spark of hope in him over the misunderstanding, about the opportunity presented. But it is weeks later and has been a rough night and this dance is, for once, tiring. Perhaps it was the glimpse of contentment and soft-focus joy the dryad pushed onto him, making everything else more acute.]
[He dispassionately watches as Harry explains. And maybe he wants a few things. Wants to slide his hands up Harry's back, peel off that duster, push Harry into the island, curled against him like a comma, breathing in the sweat and ash of his hair and mouthing the rough curve of his jaw. But those are all things he is years-used to wanting.]
You are here. Sober with nothing lurking outside. I am not going to stab you. I don't hate you and you don't hate me.
[One more bite and a moment to suck the juice off his fingers, the juice darker than bloodstains.] You know what I want. It has never changed. [He'll take Dresden, by hook or by crook or by kiss or by kill. Any of it will satisfy the terrifying howling thing in his chest.] What do you want?
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Date: 2012-11-13 02:54 am (UTC)[He dispassionately watches as Harry explains. And maybe he wants a few things. Wants to slide his hands up Harry's back, peel off that duster, push Harry into the island, curled against him like a comma, breathing in the sweat and ash of his hair and mouthing the rough curve of his jaw. But those are all things he is years-used to wanting.]
You are here. Sober with nothing lurking outside. I am not going to stab you. I don't hate you and you don't hate me.
[One more bite and a moment to suck the juice off his fingers, the juice darker than bloodstains.] You know what I want. It has never changed. [He'll take Dresden, by hook or by crook or by kiss or by kill. Any of it will satisfy the terrifying howling thing in his chest.] What do you want?