Building bridges
Who: Emilia Galmar and Harry Dresden
Where: Harry's Room
When: Monday of Hurt The Ones You Love week
Summary: After a heated argument, there's some making up needed to do. It's a shame this is a week where closeness and pain are intertwined.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Warnings: Violence. Will be added as necessary.
Emilia wanted to punch Harry Dresden right in the middle of his face.
This wasn't because of the test. It was because he was an annoying, hypocritical, overbearing... well, there were some words she wouldn't use, even in her head, but he fitted a lot of them perfectly.
Their fight had been days ago, but even the thought of it was enough to leave Emilia fuming. How dare he make all of those assumptions? How could be blithely sit there and tell her all of those things were right and normal? She bet he'd change his tune if he had to confront it all first hand.
Men. You couldn't live with them and you couldn't hit them with a broom until they obeyed without getting arrested.
But still. Still. Harry might be the most irritating person alive, but underneath that he was a good man. A stupid, misguided one, of course, but that didn't take away from the fact he tried to do the right thing. And he had been there for Emilia when she needed it.
For this reason she was scowling horribly as she stomped around her room, collecting a hamper full of useful bits and pieces. The closet door was slammed viciously as she made sure to check inside for extra water bottles, to wash out the inevitable wounds he'd have collected in their few days of silence.
She did manage to modulate the aggression out in the hallway to something socially acceptable for public places, but her knock on Harry's door was more forceful than was necessary.
"Mr Dresden! Make sure you're decent and drop your security!"
Where: Harry's Room
When: Monday of Hurt The Ones You Love week
Summary: After a heated argument, there's some making up needed to do. It's a shame this is a week where closeness and pain are intertwined.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Warnings: Violence. Will be added as necessary.
Emilia wanted to punch Harry Dresden right in the middle of his face.
This wasn't because of the test. It was because he was an annoying, hypocritical, overbearing... well, there were some words she wouldn't use, even in her head, but he fitted a lot of them perfectly.
Their fight had been days ago, but even the thought of it was enough to leave Emilia fuming. How dare he make all of those assumptions? How could be blithely sit there and tell her all of those things were right and normal? She bet he'd change his tune if he had to confront it all first hand.
Men. You couldn't live with them and you couldn't hit them with a broom until they obeyed without getting arrested.
But still. Still. Harry might be the most irritating person alive, but underneath that he was a good man. A stupid, misguided one, of course, but that didn't take away from the fact he tried to do the right thing. And he had been there for Emilia when she needed it.
For this reason she was scowling horribly as she stomped around her room, collecting a hamper full of useful bits and pieces. The closet door was slammed viciously as she made sure to check inside for extra water bottles, to wash out the inevitable wounds he'd have collected in their few days of silence.
She did manage to modulate the aggression out in the hallway to something socially acceptable for public places, but her knock on Harry's door was more forceful than was necessary.
"Mr Dresden! Make sure you're decent and drop your security!"