[ What a surprise. John had work to do, both mundane and Baronly, but those can all wait in the wake of Dresden gracing him with his presence. Perhaps the man is tired or just satiated on food and drink, but the stark vulnerability... invites the same in kind.
John takes out his phone and sends a message to Hendricks, telling him to go home, that the rest of the night's cancelled, then powers the thing off and, imitating Dresden, swipes the thing with a hand. It spins down the table to the far end, out of reach, stopping just shy of the edge. Precision is capable with everything from knives to words to cell phones. ]
Do you, Dresden? [ John doesn't touch his scarred ear because he knows he doesn't have to if he wants to draw attention to it. Few outside this room know the story behind it, but no one knows it better than Dresden and the Archive. ] What is it that would haunt my dreams? Is it a shooting in Calumet Park, or being hung by my feet while a monster circles? The mundanities of my responsibilities or the extraordinary circumstances with the Denarians?
[ John pours them both measures of mead, silently marveling that Dresden is leading them down this road with the All-Father's special mead. It's one of the more ridiculous things John's witnessed, and it has a lot of competition. ] Do you wonder?
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harry you are so dumb and playing with so much fire ilu
Date: 2012-10-29 10:41 pm (UTC)John takes out his phone and sends a message to Hendricks, telling him to go home, that the rest of the night's cancelled, then powers the thing off and, imitating Dresden, swipes the thing with a hand. It spins down the table to the far end, out of reach, stopping just shy of the edge. Precision is capable with everything from knives to words to cell phones. ]
Do you, Dresden? [ John doesn't touch his scarred ear because he knows he doesn't have to if he wants to draw attention to it. Few outside this room know the story behind it, but no one knows it better than Dresden and the Archive. ] What is it that would haunt my dreams? Is it a shooting in Calumet Park, or being hung by my feet while a monster circles? The mundanities of my responsibilities or the extraordinary circumstances with the Denarians?
[ John pours them both measures of mead, silently marveling that Dresden is leading them down this road with the All-Father's special mead. It's one of the more ridiculous things John's witnessed, and it has a lot of competition. ] Do you wonder?