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Nicodemus/Harry - Shadow
He can still remember the feel of being pinned, the harsh scrape of gravel against his back as the liquidy tendrils pressed him down. He remembers the look in Nicodemus’ eyes as he approached, hot and heavy and hungry, and the thrill of bright, white fear that went through him at the sight. Later, after it’s all over (it’s not over, whispers a little voice, it’s never going to be over) and he’s lying in bed, he pretends he’s kept the candle burning at his bedside because he’s to tired to blow it out, and studiedly avoids looking at where his shadow is stretched over the floor.