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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 30, 2008 12:04:49 GMT -5
The bold statement, the knowledge that Michael knew and was so confident in that knowledge, made Emilian bring his gaze back to Michael's. He stared for a second then spoke, abruptly changing the subject. "So what did you do after being with Adara?" He figured, if he knew Michael, that he would have stayed outside.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 30, 2008 12:08:28 GMT -5
Michael's eyes immediately fell from Emilian's and a grin spred across his lips. The motion was more telling than he would have liked, but he couldn't meet Emilian's eyes. Not when he was constantly reliving everything down to that simple parting kiss. "I stayed in the gardens, met up with some people," was his eventual answer.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 30, 2008 12:10:38 GMT -5
Emilian didn't miss the avoidance and immediately was interested. "Must have been some interesting people to get that reaction," he commented, eying Michael and looking for clues. Something must have happened, because Michael wouldn't react like that if nothing had. He wondered if Michael had had a bit of a run on the wild side. His lips quirked up the smallest amount, it was about time.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 30, 2008 12:13:26 GMT -5
"Just Dare and a couple of girls," he said, shrugging and looking at his hands that had suddenly become very interesting to him. As much as he tried, Michael couldn't stop himsel ffrom reliving the meeting with Dare. The hand that had held Dare's spread open then curled into a fist and his lips tingled pleasantly.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 30, 2008 12:16:33 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes narrowed slightly and his ears perked up to catch every detail Michael gave away at the mention of Dare, that artist he had met at the cafe. "Dare?" he asked, "That kid with the weird hair?" Not that the hair didn't suit the guy, but it was an original enough trait that there could be no mistaking who he was talking about. Michael usually avoided eye contact, it wasn't something he enjoyed, but Emilian could easily tell the difference between the usual and the tense avoidance that he was doing now.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 30, 2008 12:18:23 GMT -5
Michael's muscles tensed, shock mixing with the urge to say that his hair was not weird and that it fit Dare just fine to lock his joints. How could Emilian know who Dare was? "Yes, that's him," he said, flicking a glance up at Emilian. His eyes quickly fell back to his hands as images of Dare, of what they had done, flashed through his mind. "How do you know him?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 30, 2008 12:21:57 GMT -5
The tension was obvious, as was Michael's discomfort. Whenever Michael was uncomfortable he never made eye contact. Emilian's original suspicions about Dare came back in full force. "I met up with him at the cafe in Diagon Alley, he was drawing the place and I sat down in his frame," he said, leaving it at that for the moment. "Who were the girls?" he asked.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 30, 2008 12:23:43 GMT -5
"I don't know, didn't catch their names," he said absently, then looked up at Emilian. He and Dare had met in the cafe? Why had they been in Diagon Alley? It made sense that Emilian would be there, but Dare didn't. His hands tensed, what had they talked about? "So did he just draw?" he couldn't resist asking. He needed to know what had happened, what did Emilian know?
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 30, 2008 12:25:25 GMT -5
The uninformative reply to his question made Emilian even more suspicious, and Michael's question didn't help. "We talked, he drew. The shop, me, and you," he said, watching Michael closely. "He's really good, his memory looks like it's about as good as yours." Or Dare had lied to him and they spent a lot of time together.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 30, 2008 12:27:08 GMT -5
Michael's eyes flashed, a wave of happiness that he couldn't hide came over him at the information that Dare had drawn him from memory. He bit his tongue to hold in the questions burning in his mind and watched Emilian a moment longer before looking down. He didn't really know why it made him feel so good to know that Dare had been drawing him, but the happiness stayed, obvious in his eyes. "He is good," he forced out. "I've seen his work."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 30, 2008 14:42:49 GMT -5
"He reminds me a lot of you," Emilian said. He was then silent, what else could he say? He could feel the happiness coming from Michael, he had known Michael for so long, and he could read him so well, but he still couldn't know for sure. And how was he supposed to ask? He wasn't even sure that he wanted to know. Michael was acting exactly the same as Dare, by his words alone there was nothing, but the way he was acting said something so different.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 30, 2008 14:45:44 GMT -5
Michael knew that Emilian had caught on to something. How could he not? They had spent so much time together in years past they could read each other like a book the majority of the time. It was just because of the last couple of years apart that Emilian didn't already know. "How does he remind you of me?"
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 30, 2008 18:38:35 GMT -5
"He sat there drawing the whole time," Emilian said, deciding to not mention the drawing session unless needed for effect. "He was very into it, talked about facial expressions, talked like you used to." He remembered Michael talking like that when they were younger, though it seemed he was more pensive than he had once been. "What do you think about him?"
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 30, 2008 18:49:52 GMT -5
What a question. "He's pretty cool," he said, looking away. "He's starting a drawing club, I know." Michael had gotten the invitation a little while before and it had made him immediately excited. "What is there to say?" Really what could he say to Emilian about Dare? I like to kiss him. That wouldn't go over well at all, if the tension was bad now, Michael could only imagine what it would be like if he let that statement leave his mouth.
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Post by Adara Snow on Jun 30, 2008 21:55:35 GMT -5
A light knock at the shop door resonated up into the room. Adara stood outside the shop, patiently waiting for Emilian to let her in. She'd received an owl asking her to come, and had left school grounds at the earliest opportunity. She smoothed her skirt, her lip pulled between her teeth. Had he closed the shop so early?
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