Harry is always mentioning in the books how green Marcone's eyes are, how they're the color of money--in other words, how pretty Marcone's eyes are without actually saying that. What if he unintentionally tells Marcone that? Like, blurts it out to his face? Would love to see Marcone's reaction to this.
AN: Not porny at all, and more pre-slash than anything else, but I hope OP (and others) enjoy anyways! “What, you think you’re just going to walk in there with your money-green eyes and your guns blazing and Cujo looking rabid and they’re just going to let you stay and negotiate terms?” I asked. Stars, but Marcone could be thick – you didn’t just walk in to a White Council meeting and tell them that the Wardens could operate in your city, but you wanted damn reports. Wizards didn’t take well to that.
It took me a moment to realize that the entire room had gone silent. Not that there were many people there, of course – Mouse, Marcone, and Hendricks over by the door holding up the wall – but everyone was watching me fume like it was some sort of sport. “What?” I finally demanded.
“Money-green eyes?” Marcone asked.
Shit. Aw, Hell’s Bells I did not say that. I couldn’t have said that. No matter how true it was. “It’s an accurate enough description,” I answered, hoping I sounded reasonable.
“Hendricks you describe as a rabid, terrorizing bulldog, yet I have blazing guns and – as you said, Harry – money-green eyes.”
Okay, so I had given Marcone a slightly more favorable description. So what? Didn’t mean anything. “What’s your point?” Belatedly, I remembered: “Don’t call me Harry.”
“What color are Ms. Rodriguez’s eyes, I wonder?”
I only hesitated a moment before I answered: “Blue.”
“Just blue?”
I shrugged. “Blue is blue.” And hopefully they weren’t brown. Because I honestly couldn’t remember.
“I see.” Bastard was smirking at me. “I’d make a guess and say that you don’t remember the color of Mr. Sells eyes, at the moment.”
I shrugged. “Minor detail,” I said. “I don’t usually look into my enemies’ eyes. Those soulgazes aren’t fun. Not that any are, but those are worse.”
He nodded. “You do not consider the eye color of your enemies to be important, and we have shared a soulgaze, so I must not be as much of an enemy as you pretend. You also remember clearly enough that my eyes are money-green – enough to let the description slip when you’re angry – but don’t remember that Ms. Rodriguez’s eyes are a dark brown. Apparently, my eye color is something more worthy of remembering than that of your former girlfriend’s.”
I shifted, uncomfortable. So what if I remembered his eye color? And Susan was my former girlfriend. She left me, after that mess with the Red Court, and yes I could see how it was for the best but it still hurt, damnit. He didn’t have to rub my shortcomings in my face. “Are we finished?” I asked. “Because I’d like to leave.”
“Oh no, Harry,” Marcone said, leaning back in his chair. Hendricks moved slightly, so his weight was against the door instead of the wall. “We’re far from finished.”
I can actually hear the glee in Marcone's face as he interrogates Harry. And lol at him not even knowing what color Susan's eyes are. Flustered Harry and teasing Marcone are so much fun. XD
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money green
Date: 2011-02-10 10:26 pm (UTC)Harry is always mentioning in the books how green Marcone's eyes are, how they're the color of money--in other words, how pretty Marcone's eyes are without actually saying that. What if he unintentionally tells Marcone that? Like, blurts it out to his face? Would love to see Marcone's reaction to this.
Re: money green
Date: 2011-02-14 05:50 am (UTC)Fill: Slip of the Tongue [1/1]
Date: 2011-02-23 02:46 am (UTC)“What, you think you’re just going to walk in there with your money-green eyes and your guns blazing and Cujo looking rabid and they’re just going to let you stay and negotiate terms?” I asked. Stars, but Marcone could be thick – you didn’t just walk in to a White Council meeting and tell them that the Wardens could operate in your city, but you wanted damn reports. Wizards didn’t take well to that.
It took me a moment to realize that the entire room had gone silent. Not that there were many people there, of course – Mouse, Marcone, and Hendricks over by the door holding up the wall – but everyone was watching me fume like it was some sort of sport. “What?” I finally demanded.
“Money-green eyes?” Marcone asked.
Shit. Aw, Hell’s Bells I did not say that. I couldn’t have said that. No matter how true it was. “It’s an accurate enough description,” I answered, hoping I sounded reasonable.
“Hendricks you describe as a rabid, terrorizing bulldog, yet I have blazing guns and – as you said, Harry – money-green eyes.”
Okay, so I had given Marcone a slightly more favorable description. So what? Didn’t mean anything. “What’s your point?” Belatedly, I remembered: “Don’t call me Harry.”
“What color are Ms. Rodriguez’s eyes, I wonder?”
I only hesitated a moment before I answered: “Blue.”
“Just blue?”
I shrugged. “Blue is blue.” And hopefully they weren’t brown. Because I honestly couldn’t remember.
“I see.” Bastard was smirking at me. “I’d make a guess and say that you don’t remember the color of Mr. Sells eyes, at the moment.”
I shrugged. “Minor detail,” I said. “I don’t usually look into my enemies’ eyes. Those soulgazes aren’t fun. Not that any are, but those are worse.”
He nodded. “You do not consider the eye color of your enemies to be important, and we have shared a soulgaze, so I must not be as much of an enemy as you pretend. You also remember clearly enough that my eyes are money-green – enough to let the description slip when you’re angry – but don’t remember that Ms. Rodriguez’s eyes are a dark brown. Apparently, my eye color is something more worthy of remembering than that of your former girlfriend’s.”
I shifted, uncomfortable. So what if I remembered his eye color? And Susan was my former girlfriend. She left me, after that mess with the Red Court, and yes I could see how it was for the best but it still hurt, damnit. He didn’t have to rub my shortcomings in my face. “Are we finished?” I asked. “Because I’d like to leave.”
“Oh no, Harry,” Marcone said, leaning back in his chair. Hendricks moved slightly, so his weight was against the door instead of the wall. “We’re far from finished.”
Damn.
Re: Fill: Slip of the Tongue [1/1]
Date: 2011-02-23 02:51 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Slip of the Tongue [1/1]
Date: 2011-02-23 02:53 am (UTC)Not OP, but I loved this, anon, thanks for posting it!
Re: Fill: Slip of the Tongue [1/1]
Date: 2011-02-23 03:07 am (UTC)Of course, Hendricks and Mouse are still watching. ;)
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OP
Date: 2011-02-23 07:57 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Slip of the Tongue [1/1]
Date: 2011-02-23 11:28 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Slip of the Tongue [1/1]
Date: 2011-05-25 10:47 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/204255