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Muse name: Damien Dresden
Muse fandom: Dresden Files (Novel) OC
Timeline prompt is written in: Age 7
Prompt: Handcuffs ((but waaay more like this, then this.))
Warnings: Sappiness ahead, ye be warned.
Rating: G
Words: 624
Damien's father came home as he often did, in a bad mood. He entered the house wordlessly, took off his coat and left his staff by the door. He walked through the living room and then unceremoniously, Harry collapsed on the sofa.
Dami stopped strumming the acoustic guitar and examined his dad. He wasn't covered in anything, the boy rationalized to himself, so it couldn't have been that bad ... could it? Damien knew better then to ask if anything was wrong, because his father always seemed to be in pain when he was answering that question if he bothered to respond at all. It was clear that the elder Dresden was not happy though and it always affected the younger, despite Dami's best attempts to stay up beat.
"You don't have to stop playing, Kiddo." He said quietly. There was a horse quality to his voice, as if he'd been shouting for a long period of time.
"It's okay dad. I was done anyway." The younger replied taking care to match speaking volume. "Long day?"
"Very." Harry responded, the same answer he gave nine times out of ten when Damien asked that question. "How 'bout pizza for dinner tonight?"
Dami had to practically swallow his tongue to keep from blurting out 'again?' After a moment he replied neutrally. "The usual?"
The brim of the fedora that obscured his father's face bobbed up and down.
"Delivery?"
Harry nodded again.
"Okay, I'll go call." Damien said rising up out of he recliner and walking out of the room for a few minutes.
When Dami reentered the room he had a lopsided grin on his face and he sat down on the floor near the couch his father was laying on. "I was thinking while we were waiting we could do some magic."
Harry tipped his fedora upward enough so that he could glance in to his son's eyes. "I'm kinda tired Damien. I've been doing magic all day."
"You just have to be the audience, dad." He said still smiling, blue eyes shining much like the grandfather he never knew. From behind his back he produced a pair of handcuffs.
Harry's lips upturned slightly. "I think I can handle that."
It was perhaps the third or fourth time Damien had tried slipping a pair of cuffs in front of his father. Each time before, Damien had dropped the key he'd been palming before unlocking the handcuffs and Harry would have to open the handcuffs for him. This time Damien not only executed the slip with no trouble, but he also performed it well.
"Very good. I didn't even see the key this time." His father said with a proud smile on his face.
Damien's grin widened in response to the praise.
Harry gave his son a moment or two to feel accomplished and then his face hardened. "You were practicing while I wasn't at home, weren't you?"
Dami's face sobered. "I uh ... well ... maybe?" He said softly.
"I thought I told you ..."
Damien cut his father off with a large waving hand gesture and in his best Alec Guinness he said "You aren't angry at your son."
His father recognized the gesture, the old jedi mind trick from the original Star Wars movie. It was one of the few movies Harry could vividly remember seeing before he grew into his magic. He couldn't help but be slightly amused. "I'm not angry at my son." He said playing along.
Dami waved his hand again. "He did a good job on the trick."
Harry nodded. "He did a good job on the trick."
One more time, because there were three gestures in the movie. "And you love him very much."
"I love you very much."
Muse fandom: Dresden Files (Novel) OC
Timeline prompt is written in: Age 7
Prompt: Handcuffs ((but waaay more like this, then this.))
Warnings: Sappiness ahead, ye be warned.
Rating: G
Words: 624
Damien's father came home as he often did, in a bad mood. He entered the house wordlessly, took off his coat and left his staff by the door. He walked through the living room and then unceremoniously, Harry collapsed on the sofa.
Dami stopped strumming the acoustic guitar and examined his dad. He wasn't covered in anything, the boy rationalized to himself, so it couldn't have been that bad ... could it? Damien knew better then to ask if anything was wrong, because his father always seemed to be in pain when he was answering that question if he bothered to respond at all. It was clear that the elder Dresden was not happy though and it always affected the younger, despite Dami's best attempts to stay up beat.
"You don't have to stop playing, Kiddo." He said quietly. There was a horse quality to his voice, as if he'd been shouting for a long period of time.
"It's okay dad. I was done anyway." The younger replied taking care to match speaking volume. "Long day?"
"Very." Harry responded, the same answer he gave nine times out of ten when Damien asked that question. "How 'bout pizza for dinner tonight?"
Dami had to practically swallow his tongue to keep from blurting out 'again?' After a moment he replied neutrally. "The usual?"
The brim of the fedora that obscured his father's face bobbed up and down.
"Delivery?"
Harry nodded again.
"Okay, I'll go call." Damien said rising up out of he recliner and walking out of the room for a few minutes.
When Dami reentered the room he had a lopsided grin on his face and he sat down on the floor near the couch his father was laying on. "I was thinking while we were waiting we could do some magic."
Harry tipped his fedora upward enough so that he could glance in to his son's eyes. "I'm kinda tired Damien. I've been doing magic all day."
"You just have to be the audience, dad." He said still smiling, blue eyes shining much like the grandfather he never knew. From behind his back he produced a pair of handcuffs.
Harry's lips upturned slightly. "I think I can handle that."
It was perhaps the third or fourth time Damien had tried slipping a pair of cuffs in front of his father. Each time before, Damien had dropped the key he'd been palming before unlocking the handcuffs and Harry would have to open the handcuffs for him. This time Damien not only executed the slip with no trouble, but he also performed it well.
"Very good. I didn't even see the key this time." His father said with a proud smile on his face.
Damien's grin widened in response to the praise.
Harry gave his son a moment or two to feel accomplished and then his face hardened. "You were practicing while I wasn't at home, weren't you?"
Dami's face sobered. "I uh ... well ... maybe?" He said softly.
"I thought I told you ..."
Damien cut his father off with a large waving hand gesture and in his best Alec Guinness he said "You aren't angry at your son."
His father recognized the gesture, the old jedi mind trick from the original Star Wars movie. It was one of the few movies Harry could vividly remember seeing before he grew into his magic. He couldn't help but be slightly amused. "I'm not angry at my son." He said playing along.
Dami waved his hand again. "He did a good job on the trick."
Harry nodded. "He did a good job on the trick."
One more time, because there were three gestures in the movie. "And you love him very much."
"I love you very much."