Dresden Files: Marcone/Dresden "Interlude"
Title: Interlude
Fandom: Dresden Files
Pairing: Marcone/Dresden
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
A/N: Written for
dresden_kink
Summary: Marcone observes a sleeping Dresden.
He didn’t look like the fierce Wizard Harry Dresden right then.
He looked like everything he tried so hard not to be.
I stroked his hair like he never let me do while he was awake. He wasn’t my girlfriend, my pet, my employee, or whatever noun he chose to yell at that particular moment. Please do not even think of the rare moments when I forgot and attempted to buy him dinner. I since learned that it worked better to simply buy the meal and take it to him. He failed to consider the simple, obvious concept of economics and how he had different things to offer in this relationship, things I could never touch.
His eyes blaze when he was angry, though. Or indignant. Or embarrassed. His flush highlighted his cheekbones quite nicely. He was glorious like that, and his magic shivered around him like electricity.
It was easier to see him like that than it was like this, even if I loved seeing him so riled. Most often even in his sleep, he was anxious, haunted by things I could not touch. I feared getting him therapy would require buying the therapist therapy. He tossed, he turned, his face paled and flushed by turns.
He cried sometimes.
I never tell him that.
I hold him like he never lets me do while he was awake. When he cried and screamed, I usually could comfort him to a deeper sleep. Some nights, Hendricks would look in.
He never said anything, either.
Tonight, I exhausted him. He slept peacefully, face relaxed. His body pressed warm and limp against mine. He didn’t flinch when I brushed my lips against his cheek. He didn’t jerk away and moan when I tightened my grip.
Perhaps if I exhausted him enough, he wouldn’t try his sad attempt to sneak out of here in the morning.
I twined my leg around his. If necessary, I would just exhaust him again when he woke up.
I stared into his relaxed, strangely peaceful face.
Tomorrow would be another fight, but as always with the fierce Wizard Harry Dresden, I was ready.
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Fandom: Dresden Files
Pairing: Marcone/Dresden
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
A/N: Written for
dresden_kink
Summary: Marcone observes a sleeping Dresden.
He didn’t look like the fierce Wizard Harry Dresden right then.
He looked like everything he tried so hard not to be.
I stroked his hair like he never let me do while he was awake. He wasn’t my girlfriend, my pet, my employee, or whatever noun he chose to yell at that particular moment. Please do not even think of the rare moments when I forgot and attempted to buy him dinner. I since learned that it worked better to simply buy the meal and take it to him. He failed to consider the simple, obvious concept of economics and how he had different things to offer in this relationship, things I could never touch.
His eyes blaze when he was angry, though. Or indignant. Or embarrassed. His flush highlighted his cheekbones quite nicely. He was glorious like that, and his magic shivered around him like electricity.
It was easier to see him like that than it was like this, even if I loved seeing him so riled. Most often even in his sleep, he was anxious, haunted by things I could not touch. I feared getting him therapy would require buying the therapist therapy. He tossed, he turned, his face paled and flushed by turns.
He cried sometimes.
I never tell him that.
I hold him like he never lets me do while he was awake. When he cried and screamed, I usually could comfort him to a deeper sleep. Some nights, Hendricks would look in.
He never said anything, either.
Tonight, I exhausted him. He slept peacefully, face relaxed. His body pressed warm and limp against mine. He didn’t flinch when I brushed my lips against his cheek. He didn’t jerk away and moan when I tightened my grip.
Perhaps if I exhausted him enough, he wouldn’t try his sad attempt to sneak out of here in the morning.
I twined my leg around his. If necessary, I would just exhaust him again when he woke up.
I stared into his relaxed, strangely peaceful face.
Tomorrow would be another fight, but as always with the fierce Wizard Harry Dresden, I was ready.
This entry was originally posted at http://tir-synni.dreamwidth.org/6433.html. Please comment there using OpenID.