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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 3, 2008 9:22:16 GMT -5
Michael tucked his arms close to his body, balling up his hands. "I won't disappear," he promised. After a minute he stood and went back to where he had been before, dropping his pencil into his box and shutting it, then picking up his drawing pad and shutting it. His hands felt strange, probably from the sudden absence of Dare's, he tried not to think about it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 3, 2008 9:42:24 GMT -5
Dare shifted back toward his own things and started to pack up. "Then I'll like, see you around," he said, closing his box with a snap that seemed to echo in the tension-filled air. Dare stashed his box again with a flick of his wand, then grabbed up his notebook, pausing a moment before flipping it shut. All his pictures had some memories, but the last...it was a lot to think about. Dare stood, dusted off his jeans for all the good it did with chalk pastel smeared on the side, and gave Michael one last look. "It was nice meeting you, Michael." Sketchbook in tow, Dare headed off back toward the castle.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 3, 2008 9:48:01 GMT -5
Michael watched Dare leave, chewing his lip. A lost feeling came over him, like it was an opportunity he shouldn't have passed up. But he hadn't known what else to do. He debating going back up to the castle, but instead picked up his things and went deeper into the forest, finding another spot to sit and think, pulling his pencil out again to draw, pausing now and again to remember just how Dare's hair fell. It always helped him to draw the person he was thinking about, to figure things out.
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