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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 15:14:59 GMT -5
Dare laughed lightly at that and looked back up, eyes gleaming. "It'll survive a couple washings," he said. "And I'll draw you a new one if you want me to. Didn't you ever draw on yourself?" Dare asked. "Take notes on your hand or something? It's not supposed to last. It's more fun that way. It's gone before you can get bored of it, and all that's left is the memory of an original piece of art." Dare's eyes laughed at his description.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 15:24:52 GMT -5
No, Michael didn't tend to draw on himself, and he didn't see himself getting bored of the design on his arm, either. "Whatever you say," he said, his eyes flicking up to Dare's. He ran his finger over the dried ink, tracing the vines. "You know, I'm a guy that likes to draw, you, on the other hand, are an artist." There was a difference, at least in Michael's mind, one of the differences being that Michael could go a day without drawing, and he couldn't see Dare going longer than a few hours.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 15:37:49 GMT -5
Dare's lips curved into a lightly self-deprecating smirk. "I guess so," he said. "I always just thought of it as something I do, but coming to Hogwarts..." Dare shrugged. "I don't know. I needed something, and it works." Dare hadn't thought much about why, but it made sense, in a way. Those first couple weeks, what else had he had?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 15:49:20 GMT -5
"So what did you spend all your time doing before you got here?" Michael asked, finally pulling his eyes from his arm. He honestly couldn't imagine Dare doing anything but drawing. "Cause here you're pretty much constantly drawing, or did you still draw just as much?" While his fingers still ran absently over the design, his eyes surveyed Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 17:06:36 GMT -5
Dare was looking down at the quill in his hand, twirling it idly again, now that it was clean. "I don't know," he said, shrugging lightly. "It doesn't seem like I had that much time before." He shifted, leaning sideways back against the couch, still half facing Michael. "After classes, I mean, I had friends. Just...if nothing else was going on I'd draw something. Took classes during the summers. I've always been into art, but...the last few months..." Dare shrugged again. "I guess I can't argue with that obsession thing."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 17:19:13 GMT -5
Michael grinned, "It's a healthy obsession, though. It's not like you don't do other things because you're drawing." He figured that as long as Dare still went to classes and didn't become too wrapped up in it there wasn't anything wrong with it. "So long as it doesn't take over your life," he said, shrugging, a teasing glint in his eyes. He had thought that he drew a lot, until he met Dare. His eyes went back down to his arm.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 17:33:48 GMT -5
Dare looked up at Michael, and his lips curved into a half smile. "Point taken," he said. Dare set down his quill and reached up, smoothing his fingers through the hair at Michael's temple. "You know, I don't think I've drawn anyone but Silver or my mom more than I've drawn you." His mom was questionable, but he'd been drawing her so long, he figured it'd fill a sketchbook.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 17:42:48 GMT -5
The comment sent a pleasant, warm feeling spreading through Michael's body, which was helped along by the tingling sensation from Dare's fingers. "I've drawn you quite a bit," he said. But really, he was in Dare's top three most drawn people? And they'd known each other for barely more than a month? That said something. "You're right up there on my list, but when I'm good I tend to do landscapes more than portraits so if you end up being the person I've drawn most it wouldn't necessarily be a good thing."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 17:57:26 GMT -5
Dare's smile widened at that. "I'll keep my fingers crossed," he said. He hoped Michael wasn't creeped out over his confession. After all, he had said he'd been drawing more lately, and he'd been drawing portraits almost exclusively, so it made some sense. Still, he didn't feel the need to tell Michael that and diminish everything he'd just said. Dare lowered his hand again to thread his fingers through Michael's. "Maybe I've just been inspired," he mused.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 18:18:29 GMT -5
Michael smiled and looked down at their hands. He really liked Dare, however odd it still felt to admit it, and hoped they could stay just as they were and that they wouldn't fall apart. His hand tightened lightly around Dare's. "Nah, you were just happy to have a new subject," he said, his eyes turning up to Dare as a smirk spread across his face, eyes sparkling.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 18:39:34 GMT -5
Dare might have wondered at how much he seemed to smile around Michael, but for the gleam in his eyes right now. Every time Michael smiled, it felt rare and precious, something obviously genuine from someone who'd been so closed the first time they'd met. Then, he'd wondered at the darkness, and now...now he knew the darkness, and it was amazing seeing the light. Dare's lips quirked, though his eyes shone with the emotion behind his thoughts. "Maybe," he said, then leaned close and pressed his lips to Michael's.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 18:54:57 GMT -5
Michael relaxed into the kiss, his free hand coming up to Dare's hair almost automatically. Before meeting Dare he never would have imagined himself doing it, but it felt so right that he couldn't question it, even if he couldn't help his nerves when it became too intense like by the forest. He knew that he would get more comfortable as time went on and, he opened his lips to deepen the kiss, he was looking forward to being more comfortable.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 19:13:12 GMT -5
Dare took the invitation for what it was, his tongue seeking Michael's, and with it, the easy pleasure that didn't spark between them so much as it glowed. Dare's free hand rose to smooth against Michael's cheek and jaw as they kissed, the slight motion almost mesmerizing beneath his palm and fingers. He couldn't say when things had shifted between them, but he was grateful for that shift.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 19:25:15 GMT -5
Michael moved his tongue against Dare's, seeking out the taste that had stayed with him for so long after leaving him that day. His hand tightened in Dare's hair before letting it trail down to his neck, unable to stay stationary when his own blood was rushing already and his cheek was tingling with the contact of Dare's hand. Michael shifted, letting his knees fold down instead of pointing up like they had been since sitting down.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 9, 2008 19:42:04 GMT -5
At Michael's movement, Dare shifted as well, drawing one bent leg onto the couch between them, allowing him to turn, to face Michael more comfortably. The world had been forgotten, and it was everything both of them needed right now. Just them, just the warmth growing to heat between them. It was unexpected every time, but it was welcomed. As the kiss deepened, Dare's hand slid against Michael's cheek, then down, to the nape of his neck, drawing him closer.
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