Harry Dresden (Wizard) (thewinterknight) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-08-21 09:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~~fix (thesummerknight), ~~harry dresden (thewinterknight) |
Who: The Summer and Winter Knight (Fix & Harry)
What: Fix needs to calm Harry the fuck down, it may go badly.
Where: Harry's apartment, maybe elsewhere.
When: After the conversation in Harry's network.
Warnings | Status: Allusions to rape and murder | in progress
The words echoed in Harry's head as if he'd shouted them aloud. I am Winter. As if he'd screamed it from the top of his lungs in a primal roar and hadn't tapped it out on the finicky keyboard of this top-lap or whatever it was called. A sense of deep, predatory satisfaction rolled through him and the temperature in the apartment dropped drastically, forming a layer of thin frost over everything in his vicinity. The computer fizzed out a moment later in a puff of smoke, and whatever light bulbs that had survived the initial wave of his irritation popped out of existence and threw Harry into complete darkness.
I am Winter, the Mantle told him. We are Winter Yes! It growled its pleasure at the affirmation, sent a shiver through Harry's spine and made his hair stand on end. His pants felt uncomfortably tight, the blood rushing to his nether regions in an awesome moment of pure betrayal. Harry stared at the blank screen of the computer before him and tried not to look himself in the eyes. A layer of frost had coated his eye lashes, and puffs of clouds were forming with each exhaled breath.
I am Winter, the presence rumbled again and Harry let out a strangled sound as he fought back the thing inside his head. But wouldn't it be so nice to let go? Wouldn't it be so delicious to go next door to that sweet little doe? Hadn't the White offered the pretty girl? He could take her. He could have her, and she'd be so so sweet in his arms.
Harry forced the thoughts back, recognizing them as not his own. A sudden knock at the door forced his attention around, and rigid with the vicious predatory pose of a killer, Harry rose and moved to unchain the bolt at the door and take down his wards to let his next victim in.
I am Winter, the presence whispered in the back of his mind.