~~Ficlet! `We Call Them Gods'! >:D

So, um. I really really liked the last issue of Books of Magick: Life During Wartime. There was more slash, and lookit! I caught a bunny! And it's not my porn bunny which I could've at least dedicated to Sara or Aspen (Happy Birthday, btw! eek!); this one just took me by surprise, and poof! Don't you love it when that happens? Also, I uh, probably meant this to be BoM fanfic except that would take actual mental effort.

Um. This is really odd, and dark, and... um. Well, I'd say it's a darker Harry than I've written recently, but it's really not. I'm kind of pleased with myself (first thing I've finished in ages! w00t! I rule, clearly), though I suspect this makes little enough sense to anyone but me. Alas. Let this be a lesson: this is what happens when you listen to Live and David Bowie back to back after reading messed up comics.

( `We Call Them Gods' - R - H/D - being of the Wicked and the more than slightly twisted. More on what happens when you mix satyr blood and wine.... )