[ For all that he's been likened to a wild, unbroken thing, he's remarkably docile under Tim's ministrations.
Being taken care of, even in little ways, is more magical to him than magic itself. And he loves magic, is beyond passionate about it. In the forest, he stands quite still and leaves his hand tucked into Tim's while the other man mops at the blood on his knuckles. It's all from the other wizard, to be fair. Harry's long since learned how to throw a very effective punch, and had he put Winter's oomph into it, he'd have taken out the man's skull easier than he took out a solid steel door.
Which is why it's great that he's obsessed with self-control. Because it means he doesn't even twitch, when Tim tends to him. Weaves their fingers together afterwards, and begins to look after him — he's a good guy. Harry stands by what he said in the booth at the cafe, their very first meeting. ]
Honestly, I'm sure there's a catch. Not just because it'd be my luck, but because that's just the way the Fae work. Not that this is real Fae shit, just... like Disney-slash-Entertainment Fae shit. With some LSD thrown in.
[ That much he says with a scoff, his teeth clicking against the metal bit sitting between them; it slurs his words a little, but he takes the time to articulate and enunciate all the same. Self-control, yeah. ]
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Being taken care of, even in little ways, is more magical to him than magic itself. And he loves magic, is beyond passionate about it. In the forest, he stands quite still and leaves his hand tucked into Tim's while the other man mops at the blood on his knuckles. It's all from the other wizard, to be fair. Harry's long since learned how to throw a very effective punch, and had he put Winter's oomph into it, he'd have taken out the man's skull easier than he took out a solid steel door.
Which is why it's great that he's obsessed with self-control. Because it means he doesn't even twitch, when Tim tends to him. Weaves their fingers together afterwards, and begins to look after him — he's a good guy. Harry stands by what he said in the booth at the cafe, their very first meeting. ]
Honestly, I'm sure there's a catch. Not just because it'd be my luck, but because that's just the way the Fae work. Not that this is real Fae shit, just... like Disney-slash-Entertainment Fae shit. With some LSD thrown in.
[ That much he says with a scoff, his teeth clicking against the metal bit sitting between them; it slurs his words a little, but he takes the time to articulate and enunciate all the same. Self-control, yeah. ]