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Ghost Story Prompts and meta
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Change of plans, folks. Given the fact that Ghost Story spoilers are supposedly already floating around the web and the fact that there's an early limited release at Comic Con this weekend, we're going to start a Ghost Story specific post.
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Change of plans, folks. Given the fact that Ghost Story spoilers are supposedly already floating around the web and the fact that there's an early limited release at Comic Con this weekend, we're going to start a Ghost Story specific post.
All GS related prompts, fills, discussion and meta go here so as to not spoil your fellow fans (at least the ones that don't want to be :D). All fills should follow posting guidelines, with the exception of GS meta going to the meta/discussion post. Questions? Ask the mods.
Flat view: http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/2520.html?view=flat
In case it needs to be said. All comments to this post are read at the risk of spoilers.
Filled 2/Let's just pretend I know how many parts this should break into at the end
“Quiet, Knight.” Maeve scolded. “We are veiled.”
“Fine, so we won’t get arrested for standing in a public monument. Doesn’t change the fact my socks are swimming.” I sploshed around pointedly, and Maeve, who was standing smugly above the water, scowled as I splashed her dress.
“If you really can’t spell yourself dry, I’ll do it for you. But you aren’t an infant, Harry Dresden. Surely you can tend to yourself by now.”
I freed her arm, mostly so I could cross my own and scowl back. “Drying charms. I’ll put them on my to-learn list. Come on Maeve, where next? We aren’t meeting here.”
“This is the Fountain of the Three Ways. We just came through the first, and now we need the second.” Maeve waved her hand, and the air in front of us opened onto a marble tunnel, lit by flickering orbs of blue light. None of the happy families, couples, college kids or backpackers around us seemed to notice. “Come.”
We padded down a marble corridor, me squelching in my now less than comfortable dress shoes. After the mockery, I wasn’t asking Maeve to dry me out, but damned if I could do it myself without a minute to sit and draw a circle, which apparently we didn’t have, judging by the pace at which we were moving. Maybe we were late.
“Why now?” I asked. “These meetings have been on for ever, right?” I still hadn’t got used to the freedom of plying Maeve and Mab with questions, and getting my answers for free. Or at least, any of the answers they thought it would be useful for me to know. Which was quite a lot of them, actually. A well informed Winter Knight was apparently a good asset.
“Nearly a month. They are concluding, so Winter must be present.”
“Why?” I’d watched some of the Carpenter kids go through that phase. Why? But why? So... why? Ok, why? That was me. The most junior member of Winter’s Court, figuring out his Knighthood.
“An amendment to a clause of the Accords is proposed, and this is the final gathering of certain relevant parties. All others have been heard from.”
Well. That sounded like this was going to be an adrenaline filled encounter. “Exciting. What am I doing, standing around and propping up walls?”
“Taking the minutes. My mother will want a full report.”
“Augh- ” I cut myself off before I could manage a full blown wail of dismay. Even at the dreariest White Council related meetings I’d ever been subjected to, everyone had known better than to saddle me with the paperwork. Minutes. You hear ‘knighthood’, you think it’s going to be all swordplay and questing. Not so much with the admin and bureaucracy. “Yay?”
“Oh hush. You have an acquaintance here, at least that should interest you. I however, will have to look fascinated by the wordsmithing of pedants.”
Acquaintance? I did? “You’re Sidhe, you practically patented pedantic wordsmithing,” I said, just as we rounded a corner into some kind of vestibule.
The Baron of Chicago stood there, shrugging out of his coat.
“Uhm.” I said. Acquaintance, right.
Well, this was awkward, considering I hadn’t managed to send word to anyone in Chicago about my continued state of not-deadness. They were going to kill me if they found out from Marcone first.
The scumbag’s head jerked around at the sound of my hesitation, his eyes fastening onto mine and widening just for an instant, before his expression froze into a polite holding pattern. Not many people get to shock him. I make it a hobby.
But Gentleman John doesn’t stay shocked for long. He folded the coat over one arm, and dipped his head in a shallow bow. “Lady Winter, a pleasure.”
“Baron. You know Harry, of course?” Maeve said it idly, like we were all casually acquainted, bumping into each other at Mac’s.
“I do know Harry, yes. You’re looking remarkably well, Wizard Dresden.” The for a dead man was unspoken, but Marcone seemed genuinely distracted by the fact I was neatly dressed, gaze caught about half way down my suit jacket. My godmother did good work.
“Knight Dresden,” Maeve corrected with a smile. “Winter has first claim on him, it’s all been settled with his Council.”
It had? I glared a question at Maeve, then remembered I was aiming for a gold star for good behaviour and softened it into an eyebrow raise. She rolled her eyes at me, and I made a mental note on my “things to take up with Mab” list.
“Marcone!” A warm voice broke into our discussion, with what could only be described as a bellow. A tall, broad, blond hunk of muscle wandered through the double doors behind Marcone. “Is Sigrun not staying today? A pity.” The new arrival looked familiar, something about the set of his jaw and the pale blue of his eyes niggling in the back of my brain. He-man noticed us. “Having fun Maeve? Your new Knight broken in yet?”
“Not quite house trained,” I said before she could answer, and pointed to the sopping hems of my trousers. Marcone took a long breath and glanced at the ceiling. Fashion faux pas, etiquette butchering, yeah, he’d totally missed me.
The giant blond muscle mountain made his way over to look down at me. Yeah, down. I didn’t step back. “Harry Redbane,” he said with a grin. “Thought you’d be taller.”
“I thought you’d have more hammer,” I said, as the family resemblance finally clicked.
“Ah, she’d come if called. But this is a day for words and not war.” The norse god of thunder tilted his head, and then thwacked me on the shoulder. “Unless you care to try your arm later?” It sounded like a friendly invitation. He must have a strange idea of fun.
“Nah. I’ve not seen Rome yet. I want pizza. And ice cream.”
“Wise,” he grinned, “don’t forget the wine!” Thor went for a pat on the shoulder this time, and it rattled the bones of me. “Let’s get started then! I’d not keep a Knight from his merriment!”
On his way back to the double doors he landed a comradely slap on Marcone’s back too, nearly pitching the Baron forward onto the floor before he caught himself. I snickered, and Maeve pinched me.
On the ass.
I just about caught myself before giving her a retaliatory elbow in the ribs, and offered my arm instead. “My lady.”
“My Knight.” We strode through the doorway, calm, regal, Winter. And definitely not trying to shove one another into the door frame on the way through.
Re: Filled 2/Let's just pretend I know how many parts this should break into at the end
(Anonymous) 2011-07-31 04:25 am (UTC)(link)“Thought you’d be taller.”
“I thought you’d have more hammer,”
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(Anonymous) 2011-07-31 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Filled 2/Let's just pretend I know how many parts this should break into at the end
*ducks her head*
Come on, someone had to do it!!!
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Re: Filled 2/Let's just pretend I know how many parts this should break into at the end
(Anonymous) 2011-07-31 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)Also, yay Thor, and "Harry Redbane." And now Marcone needs to take advantage of Harry having his evening free. Or, y'know, just take advantage of Harry, full stop.
Re: Filled 2/Let's just pretend I know how many parts this should break into at the end
Oh Maeve, you're a such terrifyingly powerful brat some times.
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Re: Filled 2/Let's just pretend I know how many parts this should break into at the end
(Anonymous) 2011-09-22 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Filled 2/Let's just pretend I know how many parts this should break into at the end
(Anonymous) 2011-09-22 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)