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madimpossibledreamer(Marcone uses both a [private] VPN and a search service like DuckDuckGo which doesn’t leave tracking cookies.)
Timing is very vague (though some of that might just be my research skills/memory of the books failing me); I’m not sure when Gard joined, though I assume it’s supposedly after he meets Dresden for the first time. Here, he ran into something that tried to eat him, probably, was lucky to get away, and was determined that it would not happen again. And a human with vast resources is not something to be underestimated.
edit: (speaking of mistakes I somehow managed to type 'white council' this is what happens when canon is racist folks make canon not-racist and make it easier on folks like me who have to try to play in your sandbox) friendly reminder that just like the 'much better than canon aside from the excluded Alphas and Marcone' TV show I am referring to the White Council as the High Council because canon is wrong.
Main Points:
Dresden Files AU, M is for Marcone Series
Chapter Summary: Marcone realizes he finds Harry Dresden attractive.
Word Count: 745
Rating: Teen
I had previously categorized the soulgaze as a miscalculation. When I wake the next morning, I upgrade its assessment to a mistake.
Perhaps it is normal enough to wake in such a condition, but I have no experience in such matters. I did not trip over my tongue upon reaching puberty. Formed no dangerous attachments to women that had been the downfall of several of my peers, before or after reaching my station. The closest I had come to such desire was with Helen, and even then I could not recall any dreams of this nature. I am ashamed enough to say I even allowed a touch of panic before I caught myself, for I had believed myself to be asexual. I sent a carefully composed text to Hendricks communicating my delay and permitted myself to eat the leftover crepes for breakfast as a means to keep my calm as I did some research. I wanted some reassurance that I could retain the control I had carefully cultivated. I would also have to ask Gard to ensure Mr. Dresden laid no enchantments over me, but I doubted she would find anything. Never mind that such a spell would violate the Laws of the High Council, and in an estimation from seeing his soul Dresden would rather die than control another in such a way.
As usual, the internet offered answers, but nothing concrete. Google, or rather, one of its competitors that did not desire to track my every online move, is far from my usual source of information, but in this case, where I need to keep the knowledge safely under lock and key, it seems prudent to use a source not liable to leak secrets (the mundane magic my Information Technology people manage is also well-paid for, and as useful for obscuring bank details as indiscretions of the heart). My search did, however, indicate that occasional sexual interest is a possible condition having nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the complex nature of humanity, a term called gray asexuality. A second term, demisexuality, referred to those who required an emotional connection before feeling any sexual desire, and while I was hardly going to rush into labeling myself, it felt…likely. While turbulent, I certainly had such a connection with Helen, and as for Mr. Dresden…
I allow myself a moment of amusement. My second miscalculation. If I was right, I had essentially done this to myself. At least I could take comfort in the fact that, from what little my men had found, Dresden is deeply buried in heteronormativity. If he remains uninterested in me, it will be easier to stay in control.
Nathan arrives precisely at the time I had given him, though I hold no illusions that he had merely followed orders. I am almost certain that he had waited out in the car, biding his time, obeying the letter rather than the spirit. I would be irritated, but I am aware that his is the sort of loyalty that cannot be bought, and no matter how professional his demeanor his friendship with me would not be so easily commanded. “Straight to the office?” Are you all right?
“I believe so.” I’m fine, you mother hen. Our language is a little more emotional in our code than out loud.
“No detours?” He’s checking me over, and an echo of the panic of a few hours ago resurfaces, but I manage to resist the urge to double check my suit and confirm all his suspicions. I don’t believe you.
“No, though I have several matters to discuss with Ms. Gard.” Very rude, Nathan.
He’s slightly reassured, which only makes him more on edge. I have little doubt that these new avenues of inquiry will prove to be problematic for him, considering how much he dislikes trying to deal with the abstract unless it’s philosophy, but he shall have to endeavor to learn.
I surprise even myself with how naturally I act on our ride, dealing with the opening news of the day, and Nathan's little discussion of philosophy (useful for sharpening the blade of my wit, though I have a feeling Dresden will soon become another such source of repartee) is diverting. He has not mentioned leaving my service to use his degree, though I would let him do so (albeit reluctantly). I have the feeling, in his case, it is knowledge for knowledge's sake. Very old-school philosopher of him.
Timing is very vague (though some of that might just be my research skills/memory of the books failing me); I’m not sure when Gard joined, though I assume it’s supposedly after he meets Dresden for the first time. Here, he ran into something that tried to eat him, probably, was lucky to get away, and was determined that it would not happen again. And a human with vast resources is not something to be underestimated.
Main Points:
Dresden Files AU, M is for Marcone Series
Chapter Summary: Marcone realizes he finds Harry Dresden attractive.
Word Count: 745
Rating: Teen
I had previously categorized the soulgaze as a miscalculation. When I wake the next morning, I upgrade its assessment to a mistake.
Perhaps it is normal enough to wake in such a condition, but I have no experience in such matters. I did not trip over my tongue upon reaching puberty. Formed no dangerous attachments to women that had been the downfall of several of my peers, before or after reaching my station. The closest I had come to such desire was with Helen, and even then I could not recall any dreams of this nature. I am ashamed enough to say I even allowed a touch of panic before I caught myself, for I had believed myself to be asexual. I sent a carefully composed text to Hendricks communicating my delay and permitted myself to eat the leftover crepes for breakfast as a means to keep my calm as I did some research. I wanted some reassurance that I could retain the control I had carefully cultivated. I would also have to ask Gard to ensure Mr. Dresden laid no enchantments over me, but I doubted she would find anything. Never mind that such a spell would violate the Laws of the High Council, and in an estimation from seeing his soul Dresden would rather die than control another in such a way.
As usual, the internet offered answers, but nothing concrete. Google, or rather, one of its competitors that did not desire to track my every online move, is far from my usual source of information, but in this case, where I need to keep the knowledge safely under lock and key, it seems prudent to use a source not liable to leak secrets (the mundane magic my Information Technology people manage is also well-paid for, and as useful for obscuring bank details as indiscretions of the heart). My search did, however, indicate that occasional sexual interest is a possible condition having nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the complex nature of humanity, a term called gray asexuality. A second term, demisexuality, referred to those who required an emotional connection before feeling any sexual desire, and while I was hardly going to rush into labeling myself, it felt…likely. While turbulent, I certainly had such a connection with Helen, and as for Mr. Dresden…
I allow myself a moment of amusement. My second miscalculation. If I was right, I had essentially done this to myself. At least I could take comfort in the fact that, from what little my men had found, Dresden is deeply buried in heteronormativity. If he remains uninterested in me, it will be easier to stay in control.
Nathan arrives precisely at the time I had given him, though I hold no illusions that he had merely followed orders. I am almost certain that he had waited out in the car, biding his time, obeying the letter rather than the spirit. I would be irritated, but I am aware that his is the sort of loyalty that cannot be bought, and no matter how professional his demeanor his friendship with me would not be so easily commanded. “Straight to the office?” Are you all right?
“I believe so.” I’m fine, you mother hen. Our language is a little more emotional in our code than out loud.
“No detours?” He’s checking me over, and an echo of the panic of a few hours ago resurfaces, but I manage to resist the urge to double check my suit and confirm all his suspicions. I don’t believe you.
“No, though I have several matters to discuss with Ms. Gard.” Very rude, Nathan.
He’s slightly reassured, which only makes him more on edge. I have little doubt that these new avenues of inquiry will prove to be problematic for him, considering how much he dislikes trying to deal with the abstract unless it’s philosophy, but he shall have to endeavor to learn.
I surprise even myself with how naturally I act on our ride, dealing with the opening news of the day, and Nathan's little discussion of philosophy (useful for sharpening the blade of my wit, though I have a feeling Dresden will soon become another such source of repartee) is diverting. He has not mentioned leaving my service to use his degree, though I would let him do so (albeit reluctantly). I have the feeling, in his case, it is knowledge for knowledge's sake. Very old-school philosopher of him.
