Harry Dresden (dresdensluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-08 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, harry dresden |
Who are you and what do you want?
Who: Harry Dresden and NPC!Milo Thurman
Where: Milo's current place
What: Harry delivers a message, his style.
When: Recently.
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for cussing
Status complete
Milo was in a hotel room, stewing over the things he’d learned on this trip. Neena was over him, clearly, and part of him was glad about that. It made it easier. He wanted to chase her, a little. Win her back. She was his wife, still, and she could still arouse his interest after all these years. Seeing her like that in her house made him certain he was right. She would have been one hell of an agent.
He flipped through channels on the TV as he thought about his lost love, and wondered what his next step would be.
Harry was dressed all in black. Black trenchcoat, black pants, black boots, black shirt and gloves. His staff broke the pattern, being of brown wood and carved with symbols of many things. And as one hand held his staff, the other held an envelope.
Harry strode from his jeep to the door of Milo’s hotel room and then his staff struck out, knocking three times, an enchantment making the sound echo louder than normal. And another enchantment making it so none would see him standing there, save for Milo.
Milo sat up, staring at the door for a minute. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He drew his gun, keeping it low, hopefully out of sight. Being left handed helped in situations like these. He opened the door. “Who are you and what do you want?” Harry looked vaguely familiar, but Milo didn’t know why.
Harry surveyed the man, comparing him to the mental snapshot Nate had given him and nodded. “Milo Thurman, I have a delivery for you.” His voice carried a hint of thunder to it, magic again. He held out an envelope, which he had gotten Neena to address with Milo’s name in her own handwriting.
Milo raised an eyebrow. It was clearly from Neena, because she’d put the initials D.A. between his first and last name. He took the envelope, looking at Harry with curiosity. “That’s it? Just papers?”
When Milo took them, Harry allowed himself to smile and the staff to cross his body. “No. Thank you. They’re your divorce papers. You have been served, Milo Thurman.” He smiled pleasantly.
“What? That bitch.” He looked at the envelope. “I can’t believe she actually did this.” He was slightly horrified. The shock was evident on his face. He’d expected her to be angry, and even to refuse to forgive him, but to divorce him? Even if it had no legal bearing, it stung a lot. “Wow.”
Harry’s eyes went cold. “Really? Bitch? After what you did? Bad words and style, old boy.” Harry tapped the staff lightly on the floor, and the floor shook, just lightly. “You should be more polite. You might actually find life better off.” He turned, ready to go, annoyed with this man already.
Milo huffed and shut the door. So, that was the end of that.
FIN.