For theatrical_muse #295 Talk about the weather
Unseasonably cold.
Thomas couldn’t help but notice the late snow. Not that it was completely out of character for Chicago in April, but it was unusual. And it felt wrong.
He stood by his new car - well, if you could call the Hummer a car. It was bought with his brother’s propensity towards trouble in mind. Bought and paid for out of the money he’d earned at the salon, not touching anything Raith related. Ostentatious, yes, but it fitted in with the whole ‘Toe-moss’ persona. He stood, one hand on the door, and sniffed the air.
Something was coming. He could feel it in the air. Something - supernatural.
Thomas shuddered. Ever since he’d joined with the Erlking on the Great Hunt he’d had a heightened sense of awareness for all things strange. He’d felt it at Arctic Tor, and this weather was giving him the same creepy sensation.
The Winter Court was involved, somehow. If it were Summer it would have a wholly different feel, but this...? This felt like Winter.
On cue his cell phone rang. Trouble on the horizon, who else would it be?
“Harry,” he said as he answered, not even needing to look at the caller display.
“Thomas.” He heard the familiar voice of his brother, muffled somehow. “I need a favour.”
Of course.
Thomas Raith
Dresden Files
Word Count: 218
Thomas couldn’t help but notice the late snow. Not that it was completely out of character for Chicago in April, but it was unusual. And it felt wrong.
He stood by his new car - well, if you could call the Hummer a car. It was bought with his brother’s propensity towards trouble in mind. Bought and paid for out of the money he’d earned at the salon, not touching anything Raith related. Ostentatious, yes, but it fitted in with the whole ‘Toe-moss’ persona. He stood, one hand on the door, and sniffed the air.
Something was coming. He could feel it in the air. Something - supernatural.
Thomas shuddered. Ever since he’d joined with the Erlking on the Great Hunt he’d had a heightened sense of awareness for all things strange. He’d felt it at Arctic Tor, and this weather was giving him the same creepy sensation.
The Winter Court was involved, somehow. If it were Summer it would have a wholly different feel, but this...? This felt like Winter.
On cue his cell phone rang. Trouble on the horizon, who else would it be?
“Harry,” he said as he answered, not even needing to look at the caller display.
“Thomas.” He heard the familiar voice of his brother, muffled somehow. “I need a favour.”
Of course.
Thomas Raith
Dresden Files
Word Count: 218