[ Days blur into weeks, and Harry manages to avoid contact with John Marcone after the travesty and embarrassment that was their last meeting. Whatever he had been thinking, he was quick to put it from his mind in the days following their parting, and had only just been able to break himself of the habit he’d developed – the one where he’d haul his duster’s collar up around his neck to hide the fading bruises made by a mouth he just did not want to remember. Harry is, if anything, a master of denial. The last place he wants to be is anywhere near anything even remotely related to Marcone, but as they both occupy their beloved Chicago, that’s a laugh track and a half. In fact, he winds up in Winnetka, winded and clawed up and lost in the woods lovely dark and deep in pursuit of his latest task.
A string of disappearances, and Harry a stickler to the ideals of responsibility and duty, result in his presence in the woods. Winnetka is outside of Chicago, and the idea of running onto John Marcone’s estate grounds is both daunting and looking like it’s inevitable. In hot pursuit of the dryad he’s uprooted (heh, good one) as the culprit of the disappearances, she’d taken a quick right and vanished into the trees. It left Harry, achy and annoyed and apprehensive, to resist every urge to commit himself to a scorched earth policy and slog through the treeline with her hair wrapped in a tracking spell that went haphazard the minute before the dryad clipped him in the face with her branch and left him to stagger back to his feet – cussing and utilizing wind over fire as he ran deeper into the woods, trying to cut her off before she reached her target.
Fucking Baron and the shiny new target painted on his chest, thanks a lot Accords, oh you’re welcome Harry. Regardless, there's a lot more scuffling through the woods after her, and a moment where she ends up stuffing him into a tree. Upside-down, with a branch wrapped about his knee, and he's left to mangle the thing in the hopes that maybe he can still find her. She has to be hiding nearby. ]
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will follow any lead you give, btw
oh no don't tell me that i'm notorious for bad decisions!
oh god. idk. harry hiding under John's skirt from something? upside of local Accord Signatories?
"hiding under john's skirts" oh BOYS!
8D
john's got the biggest skirts to hide under in allllll of chicago!!
Only at the Baton of River North on Saturday nights, baby
the question begs asking: sequins or leather?
.... i don't understand, are those mutually exclusive in some way? 8D
well played, i say. well played, and touche...
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so, i'm totally unable to keep away from this thread.
EXCELLENT. i am so fucking rusty tho ugh
a bit of oil, a bit of manipulation and you'll be good as new! :D
.... fuck that icon should come with a warning
his face should come with a damn warning...
... sudden mental "Toxic" by Britney Spears. thanks.
intoxicate me nowwwwwwwww! you're so welcome.
now they are warming up and acting cute, d'aw. 83
gosh, things they should do more often! maybe they'd, idk, GET ALONG?
the supernatural world lives in fear of them having regular coffee dates
oh god, the image of the coffee dates...
I have a weakness for this pairing and coffee shops for some mysterious reason
It's perfect middleground. Otherwise they'll be bickering about location location location...
also: caffeine.
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paging John's borderline-creepy Dresden obsession to the white courtesy phone~
harry's brain never really catches up with his mouth jfc
harry you are so dumb and playing with so much fire ilu
oh my god john marcone you really are a ridiculous creature
I'VE BEEN SAYING. though, really, pot, kettle, etc.
i can't stop internally screaming now ARGH
oh my god this is so good I am biting my knuckles uuuuugh
gnrghr i can manage only inarticulate noises!
/SCREAMS INTO KNEES
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I have something in my eyes
I just c an't anymore
jhsfkjdja you are a fucking poetic RPer do you know that
kgddgnd what can i say you bring out the best in me? :D
/creys
my keywords are "don't you cry" in reference to your subject oh my gosh
i can't get over him saying this considering how he kills Susan ABLOO BLOO BLOO /TEARS
kill what you love, kill love itself I BLAME YOUR FANMIX
it doesn't seem fair Harry would fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown?
i thought that said 'minecraft' and nodded sagely: 'yes yes he'd be burning the forests'
jkdfd half-expecting Harry to punch John for this buuuut here we go
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oh hai let me impotently try to emulate your style
oh hello let me devour it because it's that delicious
hedjkfhfdjdf TO CHICAGO, WITH LOVE /crying
if people went in search of john's birth records, that's all they'd find.
oh my god yes please /sobs over the idea of it
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precious sleeping asshole
precious stupid boys, uUGHHH!
and tbh John is stupider when sober, so
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harry jfc STOP IT
NO KIDDING.
COMMUNICATION IS KEY IN ANY RELATIONSHIP.
/SOBBING
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A string of disappearances, and Harry a stickler to the ideals of responsibility and duty, result in his presence in the woods. Winnetka is outside of Chicago, and the idea of running onto John Marcone’s estate grounds is both daunting and looking like it’s inevitable. In hot pursuit of the dryad he’s uprooted (heh, good one) as the culprit of the disappearances, she’d taken a quick right and vanished into the trees. It left Harry, achy and annoyed and apprehensive, to resist every urge to commit himself to a scorched earth policy and slog through the treeline with her hair wrapped in a tracking spell that went haphazard the minute before the dryad clipped him in the face with her branch and left him to stagger back to his feet – cussing and utilizing wind over fire as he ran deeper into the woods, trying to cut her off before she reached her target.
Fucking Baron and the shiny new target painted on his chest, thanks a lot Accords, oh you’re welcome Harry. Regardless, there's a lot more scuffling through the woods after her, and a moment where she ends up stuffing him into a tree. Upside-down, with a branch wrapped about his knee, and he's left to mangle the thing in the hopes that maybe he can still find her. She has to be hiding nearby. ]
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THIS THREAD EATS MY ATTENTION /claws at face
mind your nails
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/CHANGES WRITING STYLE
prose > brackets aw yeah
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