Doors Secrets (doorssecrets) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-07-11 08:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: secrets |
Who: You're gonna get burned
What: Reveals
When: Following the party
Warnings: Nothing
The man with the staff, with the hunger for power and destruction, returned to his Door when all was said and done. He was in better shape than his Vegas counterpart, but that wasn't saying much when you got down to it. Physically, he had managed. Physically he was fine. But the state of the body was only a small measure of how a man really was. Inside, he was shaken, scared, teetering on the edge of something he didn't want to think about. That hunger, that need, that temptation, it was supposed to be gone. Lasciel was supposed to be gone, locked away in a part of him that he could no longer touch.
Wasn't she?
His apartment gave him no comfort when he took down the wards to enter, a mindless command for them to raise once more as he shed his clothes on the way to the bathroom. He could feel the eyes of Mister and Mouse staring at him, silent questions, and hell, what kind of state was he in when the animals were worrying about him? The cold water was welcome as he stood beneath it, face tilted up into the icy spray, and while it did something to wake him up, to bring him back into the here and now, it was doing little to ease his troubled thoughts.
He didn't want that power anymore, didn't want to feel that way anymore. Whatever it was that Lasciel could offer him, the cost was too high, and he had enough enemies gunning for him without handing over his very soul to something, someone that he didn't completely trust. He had seen what the Denarians could do to a person, what those fallen angels, corrupted souls could do. There were enough monsters in the world already.
Sighing, Harry pressed his forehead against the tile wall and let the cold water beat down upon his back. If his feelings couldn't be numbed, perhaps his body could be at least.