Harry rubs at his face, the stubble where his beard used to be scratches his palms. For a moment he’s quiet, inside and out. The fabric of his blazer is still damp with snow, from when he left the fishing village.
PAIN THRESHOLD - (and you’re still shot.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Your opioid receptors would like to remind you that morphine doesn’t last forever.)
Harry can’t see the source of the voice, he has to crane his neck to see…a lot of pink. A big guy.
no subject
Harry rubs at his face, the stubble where his beard used to be scratches his palms. For a moment he’s quiet, inside and out. The fabric of his blazer is still damp with snow, from when he left the fishing village.
PAIN THRESHOLD - (and you’re still shot.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Your opioid receptors would like to remind you that morphine doesn’t last forever.)
Harry can’t see the source of the voice, he has to crane his neck to see…a lot of pink. A big guy.
“Hi. What are you? Can I ask you something?”