[ Harry bristles when he hears his name called out, shooting an annoyed look over his leather-clad shoulder.
Marcone looks like he's about to break into as many pieces as there are community areas and street corners, and it freaks Harry out because it's almost upsetting. John Marcone who won't back down, won't look away from anyone he's chosen to fix his eyes on, who speaks with his eyes what he won't with his voice. Subdued, sacrificing one more little thing for the greater good. Harry steps back towards him and looks at the money being given back to him. Sullenly, he quips: ] It's morning.
[ 'I'm not going to answer your questions, not until morning,' he'd said. Harry does that thing where he attempts to arch a brow like Vivien Leigh, and both of them shoot up. He looks alarmed, not coolly perturbed. The pun is a sharp barb. Harry's anger has never been merciful, and Marcone in such a state is something new that he just doesn't know how to handle:: ] But I guess we've already Accorded ourselves properly?
[ There is a sudden tension down John's arm as every muscle in it tenses. He can feel the urge to take a swing at this man for mocking him. The fact that Dresden is holding it over him, like they hadn't just spent the last night trading intimacies and secrets...
That may have been the repair that he needed.
John settles, throttling the part of himself that wants to grab Dresden and shake him or kiss him or punch him. It's just another part of himself to hold under the water until it's gone.
Steady at last, John narrows his eyes and straightens to look Dresden in the eye. ] I guess we have. So glad I've been so useful to you, Dresden. Now, if that'll be all, I believe you know the way out. If you hex my guards again, I'll buy your housing complex and turn it into a parking garage.
You didn't--. [ Now it's Harry's turn to tense up like a bowstring, eyes hot and incensed by Marcone's inability to catch on to the massive fucking hint he'd just dangled in front of his face. So damn smart, and he missed the obvious. To be fair, it wasn't as though Harry'd made himself clear - and that thought was the vice clamp in his guts and the punch in the lungs. ] You missed--.
[ He sputters out, draws himself up tight inside and bares his teeth. ] It's morning, you ass! You forgot to--! [ Harry bites of the flurry of words, because his head hurts too goddamn much for this, and it's not like he can communicate in any other way, and he might as well use that knowledge and the chill pervading from the man he'd slung himself across for warmth until a mere hour ago as reason to turn on his heel and exit stage fucking front door. Hurricane Dresden, with muttered curses and sharp utterances of ventas servitas to fling doors shut and put every barrier between himself and Baron Marcone.
He pulls his collar up to hide the marks on his neck, and slogs out onto the streets of his city with the knowledge that dawn had kicked the sniffer dog to the pit whence it came. Maybe tomorrow'd kick the stupid memories of John's warmth to the curb where they belonged. Stupid, inane, foolish, wrong again. ]
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Date: 2012-11-06 12:31 am (UTC)Marcone looks like he's about to break into as many pieces as there are community areas and street corners, and it freaks Harry out because it's almost upsetting. John Marcone who won't back down, won't look away from anyone he's chosen to fix his eyes on, who speaks with his eyes what he won't with his voice. Subdued, sacrificing one more little thing for the greater good. Harry steps back towards him and looks at the money being given back to him. Sullenly, he quips: ] It's morning.
[ 'I'm not going to answer your questions, not until morning,' he'd said. Harry does that thing where he attempts to arch a brow like Vivien Leigh, and both of them shoot up. He looks alarmed, not coolly perturbed. The pun is a sharp barb. Harry's anger has never been merciful, and Marcone in such a state is something new that he just doesn't know how to handle:: ] But I guess we've already Accorded ourselves properly?
NO KIDDING.
Date: 2012-11-06 12:54 am (UTC)That may have been the repair that he needed.
John settles, throttling the part of himself that wants to grab Dresden and shake him or kiss him or punch him. It's just another part of himself to hold under the water until it's gone.
Steady at last, John narrows his eyes and straightens to look Dresden in the eye. ] I guess we have. So glad I've been so useful to you, Dresden. Now, if that'll be all, I believe you know the way out. If you hex my guards again, I'll buy your housing complex and turn it into a parking garage.
[ Dismissed, Mr. Dresden. ]
COMMUNICATION IS KEY IN ANY RELATIONSHIP.
Date: 2012-11-06 01:27 am (UTC)[ He sputters out, draws himself up tight inside and bares his teeth. ] It's morning, you ass! You forgot to--! [ Harry bites of the flurry of words, because his head hurts too goddamn much for this, and it's not like he can communicate in any other way, and he might as well use that knowledge and the chill pervading from the man he'd slung himself across for warmth until a mere hour ago as reason to turn on his heel and exit stage fucking front door. Hurricane Dresden, with muttered curses and sharp utterances of ventas servitas to fling doors shut and put every barrier between himself and Baron Marcone.
He pulls his collar up to hide the marks on his neck, and slogs out onto the streets of his city with the knowledge that dawn had kicked the sniffer dog to the pit whence it came. Maybe tomorrow'd kick the stupid memories of John's warmth to the curb where they belonged. Stupid, inane, foolish, wrong again. ]
/SOBBING
Date: 2012-11-06 01:37 am (UTC)But the moment is gone, with a door slam so loud that the hinges bow out from the door.
And it's over. It's gone. ]