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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 18:59:41 GMT -5
Dare's eyes rose to Michael's again, and his lips curved into a half-smirk. "No, I don't think you're a creep," he said. "Maybe a bit of a Purist bastard, but we've all got flaws, right?" His mossy green eyes gleamed lightly with the tease. Michael was a great guy, and it had to be obvious he thought so. It was amazing how easily they talked, and how much they had in common, despite everything else.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 19:12:26 GMT -5
Michael grinned at him, "That's what they say." Though he didn't really think anything he had seen in Dare a flaw. "I think I could live with Purist bastard," he said, eyes sparkling. He really liked being with Dare, it was rare that someone held his interest for so long at a time, generally he got aggravated or bored and left.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 19:26:43 GMT -5
"Purist bastard it is then," Dare said, his half-smirk widening into a smile. "I guess that makes me the Mudblood bitch, doesn't it?" Dare was of the belief that fear of a word was what gave it power, so he didn't shy away from it, didn't mince words. "And here we are," he went on. "Think your dad would have an aneurysm?"
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 19:33:13 GMT -5
Michael laughed, "Most definitely, it would be hilarious. Especially if we walked up holding hands or something." The words were out of his mouth before he thought about them, but all he could do was grin about it, even if he did look away from Dare and down at his own hands. "He would flip." He wondered how Dare would react, wondering if it would bring back the tension, he really hoped it wouldn't.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 19:44:12 GMT -5
Dare was watching Michael, and his smile might have faltered if not for Michael's continued grin. His thoughts followed that path, wondered if Michael's words had been a tease gone wrong or a freudian slip, though he hoped for the latter. Dare didn't renew his offer; he'd said it once, and he'd let it go. Still, the thought was there.
"I don't think anything would shock my dad," Dare said, moving one hand palm-up against his thigh, close to Michael's. It was a subtle move, one easily ignored, but it was his first attempt at offering something he and Michael had enjoyed, and letting the rest go.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 19:54:01 GMT -5
"Mine's all for propriety, spent all his time trying to make me go to the balls, to be polite," Michael said, his eyes locking on to Dare's hand, "He really would kill me." He grinned, but it was mostly to hide that he was telling the truth, that his dad wouldn't hesitate to pull his wand. He recognized the gesture as an offer, and his hands tightened against each other and then broke apart. Screw it, he said in his mind and let his hand go to Dare's, keeping his head down as he lightly touched the lines on his palm.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 20:01:01 GMT -5
Dare's hand tensed for a brief second as the light touch of Michael's hand sent a reflexive ticklish energy through his palm that streaked up his wrist. Then he exhaled, a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and his hand relaxed again, Michael's touch both soothing and stimulating. It took him a moment to catch the conversational reins again. "So you're really high-society, aren't you?" he asked, his eyes moving over Michael, taking in his clothes, his posture, and trying to find the clues.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 20:06:26 GMT -5
Michael wrinkled his nose, "Supposed to be," he said. "They'd stick me with these clothes, ugh, they were horrible. Tight and itchy, would get on my last nerve." He looked up to see Dare looking him over, "Don't believe me? I know how to act, I just don't care to." He let his eyes fall back to Dare's hand and his finger trailing lightly over it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 20:12:32 GMT -5
Dare gave Michael his usual somewhat crooked smile. "I believe you," he said. It was a bizarre comparison, but he saw the occasional flash of similarities to his dad, in the way his spine didn't quite slump even in relaxation. "Dress robes and everything, hm? I bet you had to fight the girls off." That much wasn't a joke, at least. Without really knowing much about the balls, he could almost see it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 20:26:50 GMT -5
Michael snorted, though Dare's words sent a pleasant hum through his blood, "There were some, but nothing like what Emilian had, they knew he'd show them a fun night." He took Dare's hand in both of his, turning it over to look at his knuckles and fingers. "And dress robes have nothing on the crap they'd stick us in."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 20:39:25 GMT -5
Dare's gaze dropped to his hand--to their hands--fascinated by Michael's fascination. "Worse than a tux?" he asked, though come to think of it, he wondered how many Purebloods knew what a Muggle tuxedo was. "I've never even heard about these balls. I mean, I knew they existed, but that's about it." And he wondered who Emilian was. A close friend of Michael's by the sound of it. Still, he wondered, and wondered at himself for it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 20:46:02 GMT -5
"They were to get us, the kids, to meet each other, the families didn't want their precious offspring to marry below their class." The words dripped bitterness, he had always hated them, he was much happier meeting people in a more casual setting. "So they stuck the girls on one side and the guys on the other and put the music on." He looked up at Dare, "What's a tux?" he asked, going back to the term Dare had used.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 20:52:17 GMT -5
Dare's crooked smile returned. "Misery," he said, then launched into a short description of button-up shirts, trousers, waistcoats and bowties. "I thought it'd be a kick going to the holiday ball at SWIM in Muggle formalwear, and my mom was all for it. I felt like I had a noose around my neck all night, and the coat came off after pictures."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 20:57:02 GMT -5
Michael grinned at Dare, his hands still for the moment, "Now there's a picture I'd love to see. Well take a set of dress robes and add buttons and gold chains and collars...." he stopped, shaking his head, "You can imagine." He himself was trying to imagine Dare in a tux, but with just the description it was hard to imagine. Either way, he came up with an amusing mental image. "Did you still have the hair when you dressed up?"
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2008 21:06:41 GMT -5
The hair. There was a way of putting it. Dare's eyes did the laughing for him. "It was longer then, black with burgundy streaks in the front. I pulled it back in a pony for the night, and God, I was glad for it. Tuxes get hot inside unbelievably fast." Dare flashed a grin, and his gaze dropped to his hand and Michael's. "It was worth it, though. Gave Mom a thrill."
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