Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: quicklog: gwen & goblin boy
[The door never got a chance to close behind her. Maybe she was already on her way down the front steps, but danger might have been heralded by the fact that the front door didn't latch when she swung for it to close. It didn't close, he was already there to catch it with the gloved flat of his hand. It clicked shut only once he was outside, and he had ahold of her before she could get down the stairs and into the driveway. He had her with gloved fingers on her shoulder that twisted, ripping into the fabric of her clothes when he jerked her back, shoving her into the closed front door. The wind outside whipped cold, snow brewing and beginning to fall when he pressed her into the polished wood and the gold finish of Osborn Estate's pretty entrance. He did that, not Harry, but whatever Harry had become. He was something darker now, something stronger, no matter how much he looked the same (there were many more reasons that he looked different.)]
Don't talk about my father that way, you don't know anything about who he was and everything he did for me!
This isn't an intervention, I don't WANT your fucking help! My father was right about you, about all of you. You're all fucking LIARS, SECRETS! [And secrets trailed with a serpentine ssss.]