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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 26, 2007 17:21:48 GMT -5
Michael leaned against a tree, gazing out at the lake. He chewed his lip as he thought of his conversation with Savannah. He wondered when he'd meet up with Emilian. Mixed feelings of dread and a strange sense of wanting to meet up with him surged through his mind. He tried to not think about what Pandora had been saying about Emilian's possible feelings for him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 26, 2007 17:42:06 GMT -5
Emilian walked down to the lake, he had been in the room of requirement and had seen Michael's label head towards the lake. He was parallel with a tree before seeing the flaming red hair from the corner of his eye. "Why hello there, Michael," he said with a smile as he looked at him. Michael had changed little in the short time he had been gone, his hair was longer and his general composure was different, but all in all he was the same.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 26, 2007 21:07:48 GMT -5
Michael suppressed a twinge when he heard the voice and looked over at him. He stared into Emilian's cold blue eyes, "It's been a while," he said. Emilian's face brought back unpleasant memories of days spent in corners watching him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 27, 2007 9:13:34 GMT -5
Emilian smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes it has. Tell me, why did you decide to run off to Hogwarts and leave poor Emilian alone?" he asked. He put a hand by Michael's shoulder on the tree and leaned on it, watching Michael's movements.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 27, 2007 9:19:26 GMT -5
Michael resisted the urge to move away from Emilian's hand, he could feel the strange coolness that always came from him and it sent an invisible shiver up his spine. "I wanted a change," he said shrugging, he immediately regretted it as his shoulder brushed against Emilian's hand. "Life was getting monotonous, it was good to be around new people." Sort of. His first few weeks had been nightmarish, those girls pestering him about how he was.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 28, 2007 13:22:21 GMT -5
Emilian grinned, "This school is full of interesting new people." He knew that Michael would know the implications of his words, Michael knew him well enough to be able to read him like an open book.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 28, 2007 13:26:48 GMT -5
"Like Savannah?" he asked before he could stop himself. Then he mentally kicked himself, why had he needed to mention names? "I saw her in the halls," he said, deciding to just go with it. "She looks bad, hair all messed up, loose clothes and everything."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 28, 2007 13:30:55 GMT -5
"Oh yes...yes she was rather fun," Emilian said with a glint in his eyes. "As was Lucretia, though she practically begged me for it." He would have to look the both of them up again, Savannah if only to see her new appearance.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 28, 2007 13:37:23 GMT -5
Michael didn't recognize the second name Emilian said, though he felt as though he should. "Anyone else?" he asked, trying to act like what he had done to Savannah didn't bother him at all. Pandora's words crept back to the edge of his mind and made him uncomfortable, he crossed his arms tightly.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 28, 2007 13:44:28 GMT -5
"There was Pandora, but we didn't go so far." Apparently she hadn't had a chance to talk to Michael. Emilian grinned at Michael's obvious discomfort. He could read Michael as well as Michael could read him. "Haven't met any of the male species," he said, eyes glinting, he didn't count that Ryan character. He moved subtly closer to Michael as he said it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 28, 2007 13:52:41 GMT -5
Michael shrunk slightly from him, the subtle movement seeming huge in his eyes. "The guys at this school tend to keep to themselves."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 28, 2007 14:00:41 GMT -5
"Uncomfortable, Michael?" Emilian asked, eyes shining as he looked into Michael's. He reached up and brushed some of Michael's hair from his face. "Just as red as I remember it."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 28, 2007 14:05:19 GMT -5
Michael glared at Emilian, "Don't touch me," he said, pushing the hand away. The cold from Emilian's fingers had translated to Michael's temple, sending a chill rushing through him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 28, 2007 14:10:49 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes flashed, "Don't tell me what to do." He took Michael's hand and twisted the wrist, "You should know that."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 28, 2007 14:18:20 GMT -5
Michael grunted and then jerked his wrist away, rubbing it with his other hand as he pulled away from the tree. "Yeah yeah, I know," he said bitterly.
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